8 is the number on my pretty pale wrist

14 is the number of times I've wanted to reset

2 is the number of times I've stood on the edge

∞ is the number of times I'll try to make amends

4 is the number of ropes tied around my neck

3 is the number of times my life became a wreck

18 is the number of times I've feared for my life

25+ is the number of times I've cut myself with a knife

31 is the number of times a hands been raised to my face

1 is the number of years I have left on this place

Another day in hell

There ringing the bells

Calling out for blood

Now we’re on the run

The demons are chasing

Chasing us down

There’s no way out

That silver blade

The crimson blood

It leaves their mark

The light pink scars

You lost the battle, your losing the war

But you pick up your gun, and you head out that door

And the war is raging on

With the battle in your head

The world is closing in

The blood is flowing fast now

Drowning all your sins

Suffocating in the lies

You're going to give in

Pills are on your nightstand

Letters in your hand

You said your goodbyes

The demons will win

Cause the scars never fade

They will always stay

And everyone can see

The freak inside of me....

Hope is something that feels just out of reach

Yet it's supossed to make my life complete

It's something I'm yearing to feel

Something that makes life feel a little more real

I'm told that it is the greatest of feelings

Something that gives life meaning

The thing that keeps me from the ledge

An emotion to keep the demons in my head

A thought to keep my insecurities at bay

A flicker of flame on my darkest days

How I wish to feel hope

maybe then I can use it to cut this rope...

"How are you doing" is something I'm asked everyday

But no matter how I feel my answer stays the same

"I'm fine, I'm good, I'm A okay!"

Exept that isn't what goes on in my brain

"You're worthless" It screams in the dead of night

"You're weak" It sneers when I try to fight

"You disgust me" It says out of spite.

"You don't deserve it" It calls when I reach for the light

Maybe you don't care what goes on in my brain

Maybe you're wondering if my body's the same

If i'm still at the top of my game

Or if I'm starting to go a little lame

Well my body is dying, that's just a fact

I'm getting light headed, it's turning black

My head is pounding, but i'm to scared to ask

For the little bit of help that might get me on track

So I'll sit here in silence with a smile on my face

I'll sit here real quite, feeling like a disgrace

I'll sit here with patience and try to erase

This stupid, little, waste of space...

I'm Going To Put A Few Down....All Of These Are From Harry Potter!! Enjoy The Sass!!

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Harry: Yes

Snape: Yes Sir!!

Harry: There's No Need To Call Me 'Sir', Professer

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Vermon: Yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunina! What Were You Doing Under Our Window,

Boy?

Harry: Listening To The News

Vermon: Listening To The News! Again?

Harry: Well, It Changes Everday, You See

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Harry: Of Course We Still Want To Know You. You Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow—Sorry, Professor

Dumbledor: I Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven’t Any Idea What You Said, Harry

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Dumbledor: My Own Brother, Aberforth, Was Prosecuted For Practicing Inappropriate Charms On A Goat. It Was All Over The Papers, But Did Aberforth Hide? No, He Did Not! He Held His Head High And Went About His Business As Usual! Of Course, I’m Not Entirely Sure He Can Read, So That May Not Have Been Bravery

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The Color That I Am

That Only I Can See

Is Slowly Killing Me

The Color Of The Darkness

And The Evil In Your Heart

And It Is Ripping Me Apart

The Color Of The Night

And The Emptyness Around

Is Tying Me Up And Holding Me Down

Yes, The Color That I Am

That Now You Can See

Is The Thing That Makes Me, Me........

"She Was So Happy"

"She Didn't Have And Cuts"

"She Loved Living"

"She Never Showed Any Signs"

"I Don't Understand"

"Why Didnt She Get Help"

My Friends, My Family

None Of Them Know

Of The Skeletons In My Closet That Shall Never be Found

At Least Until I'm In The Ground

I Know The Signs To

Why Don't You Understand

That It's Easy To Be Happy

Or At Least Act Like I Am

So When They Find Me Dead

No Matter If It Was Because I Slit My Wrist

Or Hung Myself, Drowned, Jummped

Or Overdosed On My Meds

Just Know That You Don't Deserve To Doubt

Since If You Would Only Looked Into My Eyes

I Would Still Be Here Now

Wouldn't I