I ((always)) thought if I was pretty
You could love me or at least
Put more ::effort:: into \\pretending//

Beautifully Broken,
Jenna

My [heart] sCrEaMs the ((words)) I can't say out *loud*

Never ((allow)) your eMoTiOns to blind you from the [truth]

All I ever wanted was to ::exist:: in his world...even if it meant *sacrificing* all ((happiness))

You are just another broken promise

On my wrist I will write my last goodbye

I am taking control of my life, one cut at a time

My wings may be broken, but I still find the courage to fly

Your words were only pretty lies masquarding as the truth

I cut these pains into my arm to seek a twisted form of relief.