Dead trees are what i write on
My thought are what i hear...
Im the kid that cries too much
Im the girl that thinks life sucks...
Society defines beauty
Society defines love...
He holds a secret
Kept deep inside...
He acts so innocent.
He knows that what he did was wrong...
Red is my anger
It fills my face...
I use to feel normal
Happy and free...
"I want to be rememberd as the girl who always smiled even though her heart is broken...and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn't brighten up her own..." |