I write the things i could never say to you above my scars, either way both hurt.

The Sky And Me Have Alot In Common, When We Both Cry, We Cry Alot.

Everytime you break my heart more and more, Makes it harder to live each day.

Why is it we would die for the one we love, but they wouldn't die for you?

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I have depression now,
all because of you.

My body is like a hour glass, every crack is like a cut, and all the sand is the blood, Once it breaks its to hard to fix.

Every Time I Look At My Cuts They Mock Me Like You Did.

Youre your own stranger,
walking,
eating,
breathing,
and keeps on living.
but everyone thinks they know you.

Isn't it sad when you feel that fear you never felt before,
when you're even scared to become you agian?

Your too lost now,
You will ALWAYS be a stranger to yourself.