The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me.

People always say that they want to know your secrets, that's not true; they want to know how much you trust them.

Love doesn't correct your mistakes, it chooses to look past them.

God, I think I'm going crazy
Maybe it's better than staying sane
But please don't ask me why
If there's a bullet in my brain

-thinking of making it into a poem-

As I put the blade to my wrist, I remember his words, "you're dead to me"

I hang out with friends
But it's different with him
The day I fell in love
That's when my life did begin

from my poem 'My Heart"

To feel the knife I put to my skin
My heart as broken as my ways
This fall was never meant to last
The reason gone and damage stays

B!+ch control your mouth because I can't control my temper...

Go ahead, look at my angel face
But you might want to keep your space,
Because inside, deep down below
There is a monster that you don't know.

Love doesn't see age, race, ethnicity, religion, distance, or time; because in every human the heart looks the same.