I opened my heart to you, made myself weak and vulnerable, and you took my heart and broke it into a billion sharp little pieces.

Then you come around
with a great little story
of a mess of a dreamer
with the nerve to adore you

Every smile you fake is so condesending counting all the scars you make.and now that im sitting here thinking it through ive never been anywhere as cold as you

Sorry im not perfect like you.sorry im just a huge dissapointment to the family.sorry for just wanting so desperatly to be myself, while you try to crush it all out of me.

Imagine the loneliness of that: never to be yourself

Abortion is just a fancy word for ~*~(murder)~*~

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.

Why do convicted murderers get life, when innocent babies get executed?

One abortion. One dead. One wounded.

We live in a random and chaotic universe.