I sit with crisp lined paper and a pencil in my hands. The once clean paper is dotted red with the blood from my wrists. My minded summons all the possible words that could be written. I can only manage… — Leslie Copy Share Image
This is my last breath, you'll find a note on my bed. As the blood hits the floor, I'll be knocking on death's door. — 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
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
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
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
Everyone asks me what I like about you, I can't tell them though 'cause they'll fall in love too. — Leslie Copy Share
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
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
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
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
