"how are you doing?"
im here arent i? im standing in front of u, phsycaly alive. and here i am standing in front of you, wishing at this moment i could die and didnt have to lie.
but all you hear is"im fine. how about urself?"

In my search for the truth, I became a lie.

Last night, i turned of my stereo on full blast, and screamed as loud as i could, hoping you might hear, but instead, my mother walked in and yelled at me to turn down the music. i realized it is you i am waiting for. you and only you can make me whole.

U dont know what you do, everytime you walk into my room. you are sucking the f u c k i n g life out of me, is it really THAT hard to see?

Why bother look past the blonde hair and glossy smile?

maybe someone should.

maybe there is more then just a pretty face.

im begging you, someone notice i am dieing.

Love is just a game. And you are playing me very well.

I miss you now,
I miss you for always,
Im your perfect angel,
No longer a handful.

from my poem: ill love u for ever, even wen im dead**suicide

please read.

also read pretty in pink.

it wuld b muchly apriciated.