Care I'll let you into my world on the condition that if I show you the scars that are physical you won't want to leave me on my own. That you'll stay no matter what. That you'll help me save me from myself and my inner demons. That you won't run once we approach the first obstacle. Funny that you left me in my own world and I'm sorry that it was too much for you, I just thought you'd be the one to save me from this abyss that I'm in and help me overcome everything. I didn't realise I was such a burden to you. That I was too heavy to carry or was I even worth carrying? Well I guess you'll never see me again in the flesh but you'll be see me in the paper in the recent death category and in the post you'll receive a letter stating "thanks for the assistance in realising no one cares" and in my will I'll bequeath you my diary to show you how much you meant to me and I'll leave this world knowing no one cared enough to stay and I'll watch from above and see you riddled with guilt and when you read my diary the last page is for you, "see you soon, when you're 6 foot under".

Society Take me back to last century where guys valued a girl's heart more than her figure. Where 13 year olds played games and were still virgins. When guys asked the girl's father for permission to date his daughter and after a few dates there was their first kiss. When a kiss meant affection and love not an introduction before sex. When girls didn't try to degrade themselves by sending inappropriate pictures to guys who told them what they wanted to hear. When girls had aspirations not hopes of conquests. Society has manipulated people into the very people they said they would not evolve to be.

Shower Time Just one cut I told myself as I held the razor to my wrist. Just to see if I feel any pain as the water pours from the shower and runs down my back and is swallowed up by the plug just like I'm being swallowed up my society. I blame society for what I've become. I shake as the blade slides across my porcelain skin. The pain is instant and intense and it feels like my hand has been mauled off by a dog. I take a deep breath, the impact not great enough and slice my skin again. The effect is greater. A pool of blood forms in the water at my feet and it spreads to the surrounding water causing the water to pinken. My wrist is bleeding profusely and I start to panic that it won't stop. I slice again anyway past caring if I live or die. This takes too great a toll on my body and I start to feel faint and I pass out and fall to my knees. I wake up to find myself curled up on the floor with a great ache in my wrist and I stand up again but I fail instantly so I crawl out of the shower to the first aid kit and bandage myself up. I lean against the wall and pray I've not become addicted to the stereotype of an emo.

Poppy My cat understands me, she sits on my lap when I'm cold. She flaps her tail when I'm hot to cool me down. When I don't feel well. She doesn't leave my side til I'm better. When Im about to lose my temper she sits on my lap and purrs so that I can't move quickly or I'll hurt her. When I haven't done something she miaows around the task. She is my #life and her pawprints will be on my heart forever.

Candle Someone blow my candle out so I can be reunited with my dad. I don't care if you tease the flame and make me have a long, painful death as long as the shadows surround me soon and take me to my dad.