There's a smile on my face but I don't know why it's there... I put it on to satisfy all the people that don't even care.

Every night before I go to sleep I lie on my bed and stare up at my blank walls. I try to imagine the future, but right now it's as blank as those walls. All I can see is a past that I barely recognize any more.

Pain is your friend, it tells you when you're seriously injured, it keeps you awake and angry but the best thing about it is it lets you know that you're alive.

Her sadness did not have that. It dripped slowly into her life without her noticing it, at least, not noticing it until it consumed her fully and smothered her with darkness.

No one can see the pain what we hide, they're happy for us to keep it inside, our fear is our own; they don't want to know. Why should we involve them; why should it show?

I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.

I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.

I cut to prove to you that you are not the only one that can hurt me.

I just like playing games with people, I always hope there'll be someone smart enough to see through me but you're all so stupid.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words left unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeated inside my head.