My heart bleeds within as tears stream down my face. I wish this wasn't happening. I wish there was no trace.

These wounds won't seem to heal is it something that i feel? All these mixed emotions in this stupid speel. They call it growing up i call it living hell. Why is it so wonderful to hear the fricking bell?

Im sorry im not good enough for you, im sorry that i want to die and im sorry for every night you make me want to cry

Tears arose as my eyelids weakened iknew i wasin't going to come back now

My heart is dying and he knows it he just watches for pure amusment

Tears dripped one by one landing on the picture of him she had in one hand and in the other a gun