Sad Lines

This is real, I'm afraid; this time there is no hiding..

I try to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies. I try to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes.

Don't step on a daisy while looking for a rose.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

Thorns of time against the rose of the world, killing us slowly as my petals fall...

Kill me now, you know you want to.. it's not like I want to live anyway!

Tears, scars and death... thats all life is to me.

Living is a nightmare, but suicides reality.

I live a life of misery and hate, I dream of being loved and safe.

I walk through fire, I walk through waves, darkness is overwhelming with hate and pain.

The closer we are to the soul, the further we are from perfection. Why settle for honesty when you can breathe a perfect lie?

Early morning moments, A glimpse of joy, But it's soon over and I return to dust...

You can't kill me.. I'm already dead

There are no tears, No feeling of guilt, Nowhere to channel the anger, Nowhere to leave the pain.

My strength is hatred, torment, and pain!

Pain and suffering... to the very end.

When will this miserable life end?

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

I'm such a mistake, and I'm longing to not exist...

Lost until the eternal sleep comes...

I've got a scar that reminds me to breathe.

Suicide is just one person escaping the world without even getting back at the people that made them 

kill themselves.

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars.

I'm gonna smile like nothing's wrong, talk like everything's perfect, act like it's just a dream, and pretend he's not hurting me.

Life is not a movie. Good guys lose. Everybody lies. And love does not conquer all.

Depression, is only the cry of a hurting soul, but no one wants to show it

When your depressed your not just hurting yourself, your hurting the people around you.

Depression... a fancy word to say that ur dying inside.

A smack round the face and a slit on my wrists... everyday ends like this...

I live a life of misery and hate, I dream of being loved and safe.

I'm so sick of my heart leading me places where there can be no a happy ending

I'd rather chew on broken glass than keep on living...

I'm not going to change who I am for other people.

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.

When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls?