Torn apart,
Just like before,
Left all alone,
Bare and raw.

Sitting in the corner,
Eyes filled with tears,
Mascara bled down her face,
Her mind filled with fears.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out...

... but to see whole cares enough to tear them down.

Blackrose...xx

The tears started making it hard,
And the scars are making it worse,
It's getting harder to hide,
This unwanted, frightening curse...

(( from my poem Frightening Curse... ))

Sometimes it's better to be alone, just so you cant hurt anyone with your pain...

I can't handle the pain anymore,
i'm just lying here on the floor,
with no one to care about how i fel,
i really wish this wasnt real

So why am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating

It's getting harder for me, to keep this happy smile, when my hearts pain is unbearable.