We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
we are the fallen
we are the wounded
we are the shattered
we are the unheard
we are the brave
we are the strong we are Survivors. and..... we are the future
we fallen can still rise by the wings of hope that lifts us~
"I love you."
Maybe some day those three words will actually MEAN SOMETHING.
Because every boy and girl who has said that to me
Has HURT ME
Or LEFT MY LIFE.
"I love you."
Maybe some day those three words will actually MEAN SOMETHING.
Because every boy and girl who has said that to me
Has HURT ME
Or LEFT MY LIFE.
"I love you."
Maybe some day those three words will actually MEAN SOMETHING.
Because every boy and girl who has said that to me
Has HURT ME
Or LEFT MY LIFE.
"I love you."
Maybe some day those three words will actually MEAN SOMETHING.
Because every boy and girl who has said that to me
Has HURT ME
Or LEFT MY LIFE.
"Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and wrong because sometime in your life you will have been all of these."
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”