It hurts the most when you can actuall fell your heart breaking.

Know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside.

I'm not afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.

There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside.

If they told you I died from sleeping pills, you must know they lied; I died from a heart ache that I couldn't have anymore.

And I remember those days when we never slept, we spent every minute together and nothing ever got in are way, but things are different now. </3