I dont want to do this anymore. I dont want to keep loving you, knowing you are with her. I dont want to keep believing you when you say you love me, because if you really loved me, then why are you with her, instead of me?

They are always judging, always discriminating. They wonder why I'm sad and like black. They don't know why I'm like this. It's because of them.

I die a bit more inside everytime I see you take her hand.

I'm tired of pretending I'm happy for you, when in reality, you being with her, is killing me.

I know I'm not worth it.

So why do I even try?

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Hold your head high gorgeous, there are people who would KILL to see you fall.

I'm not living, just merely exsisting, trying as hard as I can not to die in this world full of lies. Each day I hesitate, fearful that if I give you my trust, you will break me.

I cut, so what? I'm just a regular girl expressing her feelings the only way she knows how.

For some reason, I see something in him I've never seen in any other guy. The sad thing is, he doesn't see anything in me.