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Remember me? I'm the one who wears a smile when I'm hurting & the one that tries to brighten up your day even when i cant brighten my own
It must be weird to be popular and pretty. To go into school and know everyone loves you and to know you'd look the best on group photos.
She's not angry at anyone, she's just tired of life, she's sick of always living in pain, always having to fight to not break apart...
I have faked so many smiles and so many laughs that I have lost track of which ones are real and which ones are fake.
Telling someone with depression to just get over it is like telling someone in a wheelchair to just get up and walk.
I'm always afraid that I'm the friend that everyone secretly hates.
She just wants to be alone, She just wants the pain to stop.. she uses musics to block it all out but sometimes music doesnt help at all...
Oh those. The scars on her wrist. Don't worry about it. She'll be okay. She won't hurt herself. Hmm maybe she will, make her last scar...
I'm a great actress, I fooled people into thinking that I'm always happy, when really I just don't want them to be burdened by my sadness.
I'm tired of saying I'm okay. I want someone to pass the smile, look at my eyes and say "No...your not."
its horrible to feel like no one will miss you if you disappear....
Sticks and stones break bones, but bones heal. Words cut deep into the heart and leave a scar that will last litreally forever.
Music becomes my best friend when nobody understands me.
'Are you okay?' 'Um...Yeah I'm...fine' 'Okay!' Seriously, you just give up like that? I'm obviously not okay and you obviously don't care.
She locks herself in her room; drowning herself in her tears everyday; hoping that someone will save her from reality.
The only thing harder than fighting depression, is trying to hide it from family and friends
That moment when you don't want to talk to anyone. You just want to sit on the floor with your headphones on. You don't even want to think.
Don't you hate it when you're so mad you cry?
I was your cure and you were my disease. I was saving you, and you were killing me.
First depression, then heartache, then tears. Then nothing. Absolutely nothing, no hope, no love. Nothing