I say 'sorry' a lot. Mostly because I feel like everything is my fault.

Im told to stay strong, keep fighting; but they dont understand...I've already lost.

I feel so fucked up, so depressed, so useless, I just want to sleep and not wake up again.

I fuck everything up.

Suicide doesnt kill people. Sadness kills them.

-I'm tired -Sleep -No, you dont understand...

My scars are the awards for your harmful words and my death is the trophy. Congratulations. I hope you know that you won.

"What are these scars from?" she asked. "They're battle wounds," I replied. She looked at me for a long time. "Who were you battling?" "Myself."

WORTHLESS. The word sticks out huh, it sure does to me. Most likely because thats what I am. WORTHLESS.

I wish there was a way to kill yourself and see how everyone who you knew reacts, and then depending on that choose whether to stay dead or not. If that were the case I'd kill myself right this second.

Life isnt east when you spend most of it wondering how to end it.

I push people away when all I really want is someone to hug me and tell me its ok.

Suicide is the only thing you can control in your life. And thats why its considered a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.

I think I hit the point in life where I cried, I fought, I tried, but everything is crashing down. My demons are screaming louder, trying to eat away the rest of me. And this time. Im not going to fight back.