Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me.

She says she doesn't care, but her eyes tell a different story.

......=[ they must not be they only ones who like to hear me scream..

With the blood that use to run through my veins running down my rist, with the tears running down my face my heart pounding, thinking that love is not a victory martch its a cold and dark halleluijha.

I get out of the shower with blood running down my arms, i look in the mirrio and see a lonely and depressed girl who doesnt fit in and needs an out let. i wonder who that girl is?

Everybreath we drew was hallelujah.

I doent no how to exspalin the pain im going through. i guess this strong pain is called love i think i was what i thauhgt was in love but if we were so inlove he wouldnt have hurt me the way he did not just mentaly but phisicaly

Sticks and stones will brake my bones but weed will never hurt me.

Please tell me it gets easyier?

I really hope im not gona be this girl forever?