She cuts herself, but not too deep. It's not enough to kill her, just enough to make her bleed. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Have you ever been in love? Isn't it awful? The constant insecurity of not being good enough. The worries of how others… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I can't make any promises because they are made to be broken. I can't be happy because I have no joy. I… — Leslie Copy Share Image
My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I don't want to be the girl who: cuts, thinks of suicide, cries herself to sleep, gets judged by everyone, fake smiles,… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I quit. I'm sorry, but I'm giving up. I'm done, game over. Goodbye forever. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Do you even care? If it's a twisted game, I have two words for you: GAME OVER. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Don't pick up the razor tonight. Please leave it untouched. I know it's hard, I know you have your reasons. Please, don't… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I'm disappointed in myself. I promised myself I'd stay strong, but I couldn't. Tonight marks the first time I cut. Tonight is… — Leslie Copy Share Image
Before I leave this world for good, I want you to know that you are the reason I stayed so long. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Tonight I almost didn't cut. Then I thought of you, and how I afraid I am that I'm not good enough. Now,… — Leslie Copy Share Image
This will be the last cut. After this, there will be no more. There will be a lot of things I will… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I sit with crisp lined paper and a pencil in my hands. The once clean paper is dotted red with the blood… — Leslie Copy Share Image
She cuts herself, but not too deep. It's not enough to kill her, just enough to make her bleed. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Have you ever been in love? Isn't it awful? The constant insecurity of not being good enough. The worries of how others will think… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I sort of like this boy... Well, maybe a little more than sort of... Maybe a lot more... Well... Okay, I admit it, I'm… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I can't make any promises because they are made to be broken. I can't be happy because I have no joy. I can't keep… — Leslie Copy Share Image
Everyone asks me what I like about you, I can't tell them though 'cause they'll fall in love too. — Leslie Copy Share Image
My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the only cut… — Leslie Copy Share Image
You weren't put in this life to give up, they say. You have a purpose, they say. Then why can't you tell me what… — Leslie Copy Share Image
No matter what we go through, I'll always be there for you. And every night I pray, That you will do the same. — Leslie Copy Share Image
I don't want to be the girl who: cuts, thinks of suicide, cries herself to sleep, gets judged by everyone, fake smiles, hates her… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I quit. I'm sorry, but I'm giving up. I'm done, game over. Goodbye forever. — Leslie Copy Share Image
