My words ricochet off the wall that is you.

Her voice was painfully beautiful, drenched in the tears she never shed.

I cant do this anymore

What if the problem isn't so temporary n the solution looks more peaceful with each tear you shed and every knife they stick in you?

Cuts and scars are two different things, scars are the pain you've dealt with and cuts are the pain you're dealing with

What am I doing wrong? I don't understand.

I let others suffocate me with their opinions, because I am too cowardly to voice my own.

You will never understand how bad you have let me rot in my mind.

The hurt is deeper than any physical pain been I have been rendered.

Screwed up thoughts doesn't mean screw my values

I'm just a lost and lonely girl standing on the crumbling cliffs edge...