Demitriaa_Lee posted a quote
January 16, 2013 4:47pm UTC
And in the end, it's not about who's skinnier, or who's prettier. It's about who can survive through all the name calling, and dirty looks. It's about who has the strength to not care.
bella5296 posted a quote
January 16, 2013 10:51pm UTC
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found. Was blind, but now I see. Thank you, Jesus. For everything you've given me.
BelieveThis posted a quote
January 16, 2013 11:52am UTC
It really annoys me when popular people say they'll be "Forever Alone" No. I'm scared that I'll be forever alone. Because.... Who's gonna love a girl who has more cuts than friends. Who's gonna love a girl who has more razors than confidence. And who's gonna love a girl who has more pain than beauty. Exactly.... No one.
jimmy365 posted a quote
January 16, 2013 11:17pm UTC
Here is to all the sleepless nights When I daydreamed about things that I forget, yet are now talking to the stars When I danced like crazy to the music of my floorboards creaking When I sat on my bed with the windows open and soaked up every drop of moonlight until my skin was a silvery tone When the dawn came and scolded me for the bags under my star studded eyes f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5 | i n s p i r a t i o n a l
Little did she know, He was dead inside. Everything she loved about him was gone, All that was left was the thought of self mutilation, And the contemplation of suicide. MQ f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5
Yourbeautiful* posted a quote
January 16, 2013 11:31am UTC
As she lies bleeding on the floor She promised she would do no more Harm to herself she really tried Again and again to herself she lied Now she is dying and no one is home There's nobody to help she's all alone She wants to try and fix it all But there's no one left for her to call. Now she's lay dying on the floor The voices in her head calling her a wh0re The voices in her head calling her a cutter-slvt But now she wished she didn't cut. She wishes she could prove them wrong But now that dream sounds far too long She made the choice and now she will lose But she wishes that she could choose Because if she could then she'd choose life If only she hadn't of grabbed that knife. Now she is dead and can't be heard But she has so many things and words To tell you and show you now She could tell what not to do and show you how How to overcome these things that may seem hard How to do on your own and play your cards She would tell you how it's wrong Because she shouldn't of done it all along. But now she's dead and you can't see, How much she really meant to me.