I'm controlled like a puppet but the strings have snapped now.. I'm broken

Whoever said beauty was on the inside was one big lair....

Who would want to live in a world like clockwork?

I do have a grip, just not on reality

You can only truely love another when you love yourself.

Words echo, repeat inside you're broken mind, just because they're repeated, it doesn't make the lies real.

No matter how stupid it sounds, it's the little things that count.

No matter how much it hurts, you have to let go of the past, other wise you'll have no future.

Being trapped inside my own mind can't be healthy... shit...