Im the girl he give's his hoodie to wear and cuddles up to when it gets cold, his the one that comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist catches me off guard and still says "baby your beautiful!."

They say that when you die in your dreams you die in real life... so i wish i could die in my dreams so that i could get out of this dreadful life!

Tormenting miself with this blade words that sting like wasps flying throu mi mind! How am i supposed to stand this torture? would someone just kill me already?

The tears r there they r just hiding so no one thinks i cant hold miself together!

Every morning i get up and make sure i have tht fake smile tht only just touches mi eyes and all day it take every ounce of strength i have to keep that smile there on mi face jst so people will think eveyrthings allright and im not breaking to peices!

Today i stand strong and tall, but then tomorow i shall cry and definatly fall.

And i cant get rid of this black cloud of depression that darkens every day of mine i just wish someone could put me outta mi misery cause trying to do that miself jst aint workin!

I have this act, i smile nd say im fine, but if you look at the scares nd cuts its plain im not, nd if the cuts arnt proof enuf tht im not ok stare in to mi eyes past the lies nd you will see a lil girl that is too lost in depression to be savd.

And if you look close, deep in to mi eyes beneath all the lies you will see a girl that is screaming to be saved

So you see the cuts on my arm and the smoke in my hand...im sorry im not perfect just take me how i am! ... Messed up