No one knows the truth behind the scars that decorate my skin...

Reduced back to my old ways as yet again I'm thrown to the dirt...

Boyfriend: "You are never going to be alone ever again..."

Me: (few months later) "I don't feel alone anymore"

I promise you now, that you will never be hurt again; i would rather hurt myself 100 times, than see you hurt.

Do you ever feel scared that things won't work out how you planned, that you don't want to be disappointed or hurt, so you feel like you don't even want to try; i feel like that sometimes.

And I can't help feeling scared that one day this all might vanish right before my eyes, and i'll be left helpless, as i know there will be nothing i can do or say to stop it.

Behind the smile, behind the lies, is a worn out girl, who's life has been lived around unfulfilled promises.

What was i supposed to do?
I couldn't handle the stress,
i couldn't deal with the pain,
So i found a way to let it all out...

I feel dead... i feel alone, i feel trapped in a never ending cycle of sorrow.

I wish I knew how to fix things.