Till this day i hide the cuts underneath my long sleeves, i hide the frown underneath my smile, i hide the tears underneath my eyes.

What hurts the most was being so close, and having so much to say and wacthing u walk away.

Waiting for you is like waiting for a glacir to pastt, pointless, and never gona happen.

Its time iam ready, iam ready to tell her whats really ben going on, its time to telll her what ive really ben doing, its time to tell her whats ubnder my sleeves iam ready iam ready! if iam ready why do i continue to do it??

I site there with blood dripping down my rist, screaming asking god to take this pain away.

Poetry is there poetry is everyware i find my poetry in here in the blood that run through my vains the frown that runs across my face the scars that run benath my sleevs the tears that are hidden from the truth.

Everything is going to fast i jsut want time to enjoy whats infront of me.

I fall as hard a s i try.

Why do you love to watch me crash and burn?

Is it funny to you. to watch me crash and burn. to watch me cry, to watch me bleed is that funny.