Not even make-up could make her look beautiful...
because beauty is loving yourself and thats something she could NEVER do.

The walls are closing in on me
I cannot see.
Appearing fine, well thats all a lie
becuase I'm NOT alright.

F.uck you and your pretty smile...
your eyes are cutting into my skin.

This place is so empty, My thoughts are so tempting, I don't know how it got so bad.

My heart is still aching from the time you drained all my love out.

For some reason...I can't figure out which I'm still in love with. You, or the memories.

Secrets may not make friends...but friends definitley make secrets.

The first step in getting help is admitting you have a problem. To bad most people are in denial.

What if you loved someone? What if you thought they felt the same?
What if you asked them who they loved...and it wasn't your name?

Sometimes, If I listen closely...I can hear your footsteps. If I sit real still...I can still feel your hands around my throat.