Shes the girl with her middle finger in the air because for the first time she just doesnt f--king care..

As i stand there razor in my hand sleeve pulled up i stop 4 a moment look up in the mirror nd see a grl whos hurting so bad but can still find happiness i look nd listen 2 the sound of metal hitting the floor nd the blood still rushing through my veins

Never good enough for you.. x3

Your thinking *oh no she didn't!..* shit please.. its more like *god dam she did it again*..

Wadda prude!..

Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore
*TO F--KED UP TO CARE ANYMORE*

Now im just a memory in his eyez.. :[

N EVERYBODY KNOWS SOMEBODY THAT KNOWS SOMEBODY THAT KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT IT

Judge me All you Want..

As i look through there pictures i start to ..
im finally realizing that fly by..
i can plan for the but i cant change the ..
just wished some of the memories i had ..