My secret is I'm dying. I'm dying because I don't eat. I always say I'm hungry and tell people that I do eat, they just don't see me. But the truth is that I never eat. Because you call me fat. I'm dying because I cut. I say that I don't, but you don't notice that I hide my scars. It's a wonder what make-up can do. I cut because you never cared. I'm dying because I hate myself. I can't look at...

I am so scared. She turned her life upside down. I tried to help her but she wouldn't let me. So I just left and I wasn't there for her. She needed me and I wasn't there. Now her life's a mess and I trail behind her picking up the pieces. She's pregnant and scared. She's addicted to all kinds of drugs. Why couldn't I be there for her? She moved 8 hours away from home to get help. She's lost,...

Dear Anyone,I live in sorrow most everyday, but today I live in peace for the things I love most have come to me in full.I love the way the Heavens cry: the way the rain is like teardrops streaming down a window pain, or the way the thunder roars like the crying out of a broken heart. I love my writing and the way it screams the truth. When I write it keeps me from suffocating in my insanity. It...

Life is a ghost; the barely there image waiting in the shadows, The death we fear. The death...I welcome. I suffer pain as my friends become strangers. I remember when lollipops meant candy, protection meant wearing helmets, when clothes didn't matter, and when getting high meant playing on swings at the playground. I remember when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties. Dad's...