Dude,
this is like waking up from an overdose and realiziing you're still aiive.

I love my scars.people dont understand y but maybe its becuz they were the only ones there when i cried or becuz they helped me out when i wanted to die.theyre reminders of the good and bad times&&they let me remember the nights i actually felt alive.

I'm looking at your picture,
Cause it's all i've got.
Maybe one day you and me,
Will have one more shot.

You see that girl over there? the one smiling and taking with her friends. Just five minutes ago, she was sitting in the bathroom crying as she cut herself. Isn't if scary how much a fake smile can hid and how much a few bracelets can cover.

She gave up. She finally gave up. She dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek she whispered to herself. "i can't do this anymore"

Shw was shaking from the pills and she dialed his number. She screamed out his anem but he never answered. She was dead the next day. Just another disaster and he could have saved her if he had only answered.

You owe me for every shooting star i wasted wishing on you. for every sleepless night spent thinking about you. And for every breath you stole when you entered the room.

Yesterday was a bad day. But it was a better than today. But it took today being worse to realize that yesterday wasn't all that bad.

And if one day i finaly get the courage to run away. i know im never coming back...and that's a promise.

She says she's fine; but shes going insane.
She sas she feels good; but she's in aot of pain. She says its nothing; but its really alot.
she says she's okay; but really she's not.
^^My life story.