With one more thing you scream, it's one more breath she holds. With one more thing you throw, it's one more time she shakes. Your anger gets out of control and she's the only one that knows it.

T.G.R.

He hears her cry when we don't hear her at all.
We see her smile when He hears her tears.
He sees her when no one else does.
He is there when we aren't.

We think that's enough, when He knows it isn't.

T.G.R.

Trust begins to slip and frowns begin to show. Between being ignored and being insulted, there are tiny sparks of friendship. I see you changing yourself into a stranger and I think; What if I'm just changing my view?

T.G.R.

It's not about whether or not life is worth the pain; But whether or not death is worth missing out on everything else.

T.G.R.

He won't be here for graduation, any of my birthdays, or my wedding. He won't tell me he loves me, or he's proud of me. But of all the things I have to deal with, the hardest is admitting to myself I have a deadbeat dad.

T.G.R.

Sometimes I wish you'd tell me you hated me, just so I'd have an opportunity to say, "Then maybe I should leave."

T.G.R.

She screams inside and wishes she could utter a word of distress to show you she cries.

T.G.R.

I hate it when people tell me to wake up. I much rather live my life as a dream. Dreams are your heart's desires. And, isn't that what life's about?

T.G.R.

If you're going to fall, in love or in depression, act like a cat and land on your feet.

T.G.R.

Don't tell someone they can tell you anything, unless they can. Because when they come to you, and you turn your back on them, they have no one but themselves. And you just lost someone that you could go to also.

T.G.R.