She looks in the mirror and then down at her wrists as she starts to cry she quickly whispers look what I've become.

She paints a preatty picture, but there's a twist, the razor, the paintbrush, the canvas, her wrist...why do I do this to myself?

No one knows the pain I feeled,
my fate is sealed,
I have to be out of my mind,
to think love is something I can find.

Love takes two people who are willing to share everything.

Love is not only caring but it's pain, tears, and work.

Like a moth drawn to light,
I'm drawn to love,
like a blind man with out a cane,
I cannot find my way.

She finally let go of her fake smile and the tears rolled down her face as she whispered I don't wanna be me anymore.

Life is too short to live when you're running from your fears constantly...so step up and face our most hateful fear of all...life!

Who are we to judge when we are the guilty and they're the innocent.

It's not you...and it's not me...I just don't think we were meant to be.