And My Biggest Secret?

Im Not Okay.

Shes not alone...
But my god is she lonely...

Wen ur lil ppl tel u bout santa claus th eastr buny n encourage u n ur imaginry frends
its all a lie its all pretend
as u gro up they tel u bout th light at th end of a tunel things getn beta n it all workin out in th end
its all a lie its all pretend

So I will write
DONT DO IT
on my wrist...

and hope that its enough to stop me...

I feel like I'm broken
that I'm breaking;
that it would be easier if I let myself fall to pieces so someone else can pick up the pieces and put me back together - the right way- then there wouldn't be this pain... If only superglue could fix this

Clouds fly over head.
Imagination takes over.
Shapes form in my mind.

Love is…
Happiness and Dreaming.
Floating through life with a smile.
Experiencing good and bad.
Only to lead to regret & heart break.
Ending in disappointment.

My bloodshot eyes,
A frown on my face,
My tear stained cheeks
I am heart broken....

I gave you all my love and with that came my heart,
so why did you break it and tear me apart?

HATE
the result of having too high expectations of those we love

think about it