Today i am not yellow and shiney neither am i peaceful green nor a beautiful skylite blue what i am look in the mirror deep down under your own mask there you will see you thats my true color under all my smiles still there are many frowns

This is to you mrs perfect you have never been my friend you stole the love i once had for myself and you robbed me of my dreams ppl always assume you better than me but today you die as i died a million times on the inside -signed BIPOLAR-

My mother always said our life is already planned!

My scars tell a story.

You know you are truly depressed when you want to cry, but you are so numb you can't.

You flash that smile;
It's all you know to do.
To let 'em know you're okay,
even though you're broken in two.
If I was an actress,
I'd get the lead role;
pretending I'm okay,
pretending I'm whole.

Might anyone have a needle and thread? My heart ripped open again. Help?

Im never going to be perfect
Because the scars are forever ingraved in my skin.

You don't remember your childhood.
You do school for 12 years.
You work until you retire.
Then you wither away and die.

It's that moment in time when you realize you have nothing to live for.