People always ask,
"What's the point of living?"
For the ones you love?
To make the world a better place?
To experience?
Or learn?
My answer to that never-ending question,
"Who says there is a point?"

You can't prove to some one that you care and love them by just saying that you do. You have to show them.

Mean words only hurt if they come from a mouth you care about...

Even though it is the wrists that are being cut, it is the heart that feels the pain.

All the lies,
Every single one of them,
Tear me apart,
Why do you feel you need to lie to me?
I'm not afraid of the truth...

I wish that all the times you've made me smile made up for all the times you've made me cry, but it doesn't work that way...

I’m sorry for the way I am but the way I am is all I can be.