" sticks and stones may break her bones....but words can make her starve to death..."

A Story That Everyone Knows....
One Heart Holds On While The Other Lets Go....

Ur Luv For Me Is Like A Rose.
One That's Dead And Never Grows.

When will people understand that words can cut just as sharpliy as the blade?
Eventually cuts fade.....but the scars of words stay forever.....

Please dont fix me, im not broken

i run this blade over my wrist cause its less painfull than seeing u with her....

yesterday is history. tomorrow is a mystery. today is a gift thats why its called the present!