I play with my cards held close to my chests. The perfect poker player.

It’s all fake. Big fat happy smile on the outside. Dead on the inside.

I’m the jigsaw left unfinished.

I Live Behind A Fake Smile,
I pretend Each Day,
Who Ever Said Pain heals In Time,
Didn't Know What To Say.

In Hell No One Can Hear You Scream...

Sometimes All I Can Feel Is Pian,
And I Wonder Why...
Then I Realize I Have Myself To Blame.

“Behind every B**** is a cut that makes her that way…”

The loyal heart has hidden treasures. In secrets kept, In silence sealed.

'Cuts like glass mirrors pressed to the skin, Broken lives bleeding out'

Maybe If I Die He'll Notice Me...