Who are you to tell me who I am? I just want to live my life, with no worries of you messing it up more than it already is.

Even though my hearts been broken a million times, I can still love you with all the tiny shattered pieces.

I gave you my heart,
But all I got back were lies, tear filled nights, and heart-breaking goodbye's.

No more do I cry at night,
No more do I feel the pain,
Cause it's my turn to go to the light,
And end this heart-breaking game.

I cry tears no one sees,
I say things no one hears,
I hide my feelings,
and I fake the smiles and laughs.

No one sees the real me.
I am invisible.

All those scars on her arm,
May be just reminders to you,
But to her, just sweet whispers of a love she knew.

A razorblades kiss:
A carress on the arm leading to danger, grief, memories, and pain..

You may not see my scars, or feel my depression.
You may say it's not real.
But sometimes you can't see the pain someone feels.

What happens when you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?

My scars are memories of the war I fought against myself. And they remind me, I lost..