Everytime I look in the mirror, and only see this stranger I have become. I no longer recognize myself, for I have become everything I once hated.

Trying so hard to fit in, when really all she wants to do is stand out.

Hated for who she is, despised for who she's not.

I want to get to know you better, but at the same time, I don't want to get hurt. Not again. I wouldn't be able to handle that much pain again. Show me you won't hurt me.

I thought it would be hard to like another guy after being hurt by him. But then I met you, and found that liking someone wasn't the hard part, but trusting them is.

She is standing on the edge.All she wanted was for someone to care, for someone to hold her and say everything would be alright, that she isn't crazy for having that tiny bit of hope.Then the hope faded, and she took that first step off the edge.

You said I'm the only reason you are still alive, yet you always make it sound like it's mostly my fault that you want to die.

You are finally getting better, letting go of the anger and sadness that drags you down, blinding you. Then something happens and you are pushed down even further. It makes you wonder 'Is it worth it?'

When it happens to them you say 'how sad.' You say 'poor thing.' But when it happens to you, it's everything.

At times, you wonder why you want to die, then you see one of them and remember they are the reason.