It’s been a year since you’ve died. Today I went fishing with my mom I wish you were there. You left us behind and I blame myself. I want to see you soon. I wish you could have taking me hunting and fishing. But now your six feet under with no tombstone. Your wife is working to get money for a gravestone but it’s difficult. We all wish you were here. I’m sorry your kidneys failed and you rotted aw...

Do you ever think about us? Do you think of those moments we had? Do you still think about me? Your name has been in graved In my heart. You still sneak into my dreams. I wish I could have you back in my arms once again. Do you think about us?...

With the night comes darkness, but also the stars. Phone calls, tears, blood, knife, pain, and it all somehow repeats itself. You took my heart and my hoodies. You hit me with a car and felt no sympathy. You called the police and thought it could help. But now your just dancing on my grave. The edge was so close that night. I was screaming out to god to help me find my wings. But it’s not my time ...

Sinking deeper into my mattress. Watching the blood drip don’t my wrist. In straight and uneven lines. Closing my eyes and wishing and praying for my death. Sinking lower and lower in to the pit of despair....

It’s time I spill the beans.

My name is Maggie.

My life’s kind of trashy.

I try to change.

But people see me the same.

I grew up not knowing who I am.

Maybe that’s okay?

No one sees me for who I truly am.

All I can do is try to be who I am.

I just have to fight through the cuts, bruises and scars....

Why is it that I’m always seen as a monster. When am I ever taken under consideration? when have I been loved? is this thing I’m seeking for just not there? Or am I not ready to look for it…?...

Everybody wants to judge me but nobody wants to listen to me. I told them what they did. But they didn't care. So I packed my bags and left. I never wanted to come back but I was forced to. I don't want to be here. Instead of hurting her, I hurt myself. I have scars from where I cut and a fresh new one from last night. Every time I'm in this house there is such a heavy burden on me. I want to esca...

I cry then I cut. Three cuts on my wrist. Swollen and sore. I try to hide them. No one has asked if I’m okay. I’m not and I need help. I need someone to be here for me and take away my burdens. The voices keep telling me that I’m not good enough and that I should give up. Help me…...

I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe it’ll let me starve. These lines on my wrist just serve a daily reminder of last night. I hate these voice I want it to go away. I hate myself I want to float away…...

The constant screaming in my head makes me want to end it.

Those words you said to me make me want to bleed out.

I want to stay strong but I can't.

Breaking down into my pillow.

Sliding off the wall onto the floor.

My knees are quivering so I can barely stand up.

My hands can barely type out a message for help.

I want to disappear.

Is it too late to leave?

Do I run away or face it head on?

Or do...