I've cried over boys.
I've cried over lies.
I've cried over love.
I've cried over truths.
Please oh please don't make me cry over you.

I want to help carry your pain...

Raw throats scream, and open wounds bleed.

Why do I feel so alone when all my friends are near?

Every time I look at you you steal my breath away.
And every time I kiss you I see the light of a new day.

My best friend thinks he is going to die young.
He doesnt know how that would devestate me.
I love him, and I don't ever want to let him go.

Insults and rude remarks fill my ears with each step i take down the hall of this supposed, "safe, healthy" environment.

Your life is what you make it.
Make it important.
Make it matter.
Make your life yours.
Don't let someone else control it or be it.

Take my hand
I'll lead you through.
Sooner or later,
I come back for you.

The word "personality" originates from the Latin persona, which means mask.