Is he the reason i breath or the reason i cry?

Most girls have a past on there wrists

because guys like you leave them like this

from my poem stupid fling

I wish things were like they used to be

because without you i can't be me

~from my poem Scars

It's not my fault

YOU

make me slit my wrists

What do you do when you look into the mirror and staring at you is why he's not here?

I wish *GoOdByEs* ment tomarrow

*i wish GoOdByEs ment tomarrow

I smashed the rear view mirror with my fist because starting today i'm not looking back

I hate myself for losing you

I don't know what he's after
but he's so beautiful
such a beautiful disaster