Let me tell you a secret... I'm going to commit suicide soon.

With every scar, there's a reason.

I wish when I said goodbye, I knew it was goodbye forever.

How can I trust people, when the person I trusted the most raped me and lied to everyone?

What's the point on living, if you're living to die?

I've hid feelings inside of me,
and have locked them up

You expect me to smile and be happy
for this fcked up life I have?

Since you want me to show my emotion, just let me bash myself around, and you'll see how I'm feeling

I'm feeling like nothing, I'm thinking nothing.. I am nothing

Am I pretending enough to fool everyone I'm happy?