I can't do this again. I can't break down again. I just can't.

I sat in the bathroom and all I thought about was bashing my head in or cutting open my wrists or my neck. These thoughts just keep swirling around my mind and I wish I had the balls to just fucking do it. At this point, I really think I could. I really think I could. I want nothing more then to just end my fucking life.

And no one will try to fucking stop me cept one person who is miles away.

Funny thing is...this loneliness, this emptiness...it wasn't all me.

I don't break easily. I just can't bend anymore.

Congrats, you won.

Maybe I'll go die in that fire now.

~Kayla

so turn away from the ones who hurt everyone

i can tell by your smile youre coming undone

i could bleed for a smile, could die for a gun

walk away from the sun and kill everyone