Love is as delicate as glass; once broken it can be fixed, but will always have cracks.

People can't understand why we go to the extremes we go to. Making those marks over and over again. Some may not be permanent but they are still there. We do it not to get attention, but top find a to express our true feelings.

You will never see what you have done to me; you would regret breaking my heart. But behind my stone mask, is a girl crying her eyes out screaming "I thought you loved me, how can that change so fast!!" With my mask you will never see.

Life binds us to love and problems
Death releases us from all the pian
But to lose the pain
You must loss the people too