“I’m young and I’m hopeless… I’m lost and I know this… I’m going nowhere fast… that’s what they say… I’m troublesome, I’ve fallen… I’m angry at my Father… it’s me against this world and I don’t care.”

It’s hard to answer the question “what’s wrong” when nothings right, and I’ll fake all the smiles, if it stops all the questions.

Some of us are just trying to get through the day without falling apart,
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, DID, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some were not. We are straight, bi, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. How could anybody realize what’s happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there’s no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it’s all gone.

In reality, I’m slowly losing my mind. Underneath the disguise of smile, gradually I’m dying inside. People ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly. Cause I don’t want to reveal the fact that I’m suffering. So I wear my disguise till I go home at night and turn down all the lights and then I break down.

Like tonight..

Thats probably why I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I’m awake.

Beware the person who has nothing to lose.