Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Seconds pass by, dripping slowly into minutes and hours and days. Sand slides softly through an hourglass, recording the lives that wander through the dusty years. A world slowly crumbling from the inside lives by the clock, making sure that the brainwashed masses get to their computers by precisely 9 o'clock everyday, only to have them all run away at exactly 5....

Another day has passed me by. Snowflakes fall in the darkening twilight, masking everything in white. I wish I could stay outside, being covered in snow and numbed by cold until there's nothing left but smooth, perfect ice.....I can hear piano symphonies from downstairs. They pick me up into their melodies, carrying me away to a land of simple joys and pulsing beats of music. Happy notes turn into...

Hope is something that they say resides deep inside all of us, a tiny spark that persuades us to live. It does not live in me. I am dead.I have given up hope that anything besides the cutting, anorexia, lying, addictions, etc. will help me cope with my past. Day after day I end up curled in a ball, fighting off tears and the demons in my mind, the memories. I talk to people about it, and they tell...

In a darkened room of the mind, a young girl dances. Her moon-colored dress softly glows as it twirls about her. She looks like a ghost, a shade of some long-forgotten past. Gentle music flows from a dream within a dream. The waltzing girl's partner is a single blood red rose delicately held in pale slender fingers. Her dark eyes sparkle with a secret happiness in the gloom as her midnight hair...

It is September, a time for fall leaves and children going to school, and crisp red apples. To everyone but me. I recently decided to open up even more to a very close friend. She was, of course, concerned to find out how I deal with the pain, but to each theor own, right?Wrong. She begs me to stay safe. And so I have promised not to take any manner of sharp objects to my arms. I have also...

Hello. I am addicted to my needles.I live my days alone, even when I am surrounded by friends, because the needles control me. I promised my friend, the one who knows the truth behind some of my lies, that I would stay strong. I tried. I honestly tried to not go back there again. I have been so close to suicide in the past that I figured it would be better to promise and make my friend feel okay....