Her mirrer is brocke, her wrist has blood dipping from it, her mind is filled with anger and confustion, she just wanted them to care, but now they find her on the bathroom floor and all they do is call 911 without a tear in their eyes.

Some one asked "how are you?" My soul is brocken, My heart is brushed, My wrist has scares, My life is a puzzel with missing pices, My mind is tell my hand to grab the blade ... but all i say is just "I am fine, so how are you?"

You say all you want for me is to be myself, guess what this is me and if you can't see that you have no right to call your selfs "My Parents"

I don't know what to do anymore, in this thing called life I am just a lost ghost floting on by.

I think it is sad when the words "My Family" don't even seem real to you.

It's so wired when you have been so strong, you haven't cryed in a long time, and just one song can mack you start balling, and go cry your self to sleep.

He said he kinda liked me and all this thoughts ran in to my head and this smile I never had came, I couldn't even breath. God I hope he does really like me.

It's wired how a guy you don't even know but said something nice to you can mack your day!
*For ~14 and crying~ just talking to you made my day*

"I don't want to leve you" "You never will no matter what happens to me I will always be with you ... forever"

*** A convo between Pocahontas and Jhone smith***

I would reather die tomrrow then live 100 years of not knowing you
***From Jhon Smith off the Disney movie Pocahontas***