Call me a s**t. Call me a wh**e. Call me whatever. I've heard it before. Say that I'm fake. Say that I lie. Say what you want. You won't see me cry, because I know none of it's true, but calling me all this shit, ha, what the hell does that make you?

I'd rather be a b**ch than a h*e. I'd rather tell it like it is than blow every guy I know

U all look at me n say girl you've been blessed but u don't see the inside of my unhappiness

I wish I could hold u now
I wish I could touch u now
I wish I could see ur face one last time
I wish I could feel ur kiss 1 more last time

I wish I could talk to u or be with u sum how... ..:( </3

You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel

Never regret something that once made you smile ..

I know ur in a better place and I know I can't see ur face, I know ur smiling down on me saying everthings gonna be ok

I try to stay strong, but how when being strong is being with u

I try to stay strong n try so hard not to miss u, but how when my thoughts r constantly of u

I try so hard to pull back the tears that won't stop running down my face

I guess u could say...

I miss u a tiny bit
I guess u could say
A little tooo much
A little often
And a little more each day <3

 I could go on with my day and act like everything is okay.  But as my life goes on it hurts more in every little way.