You can promise me that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

But right now it's dark, I can't see the light... And this is a really long tunnel...

I feel like I'm broken
that I'm breaking;
that it would be easier if I let myself fall to pieces so someone else can pick up the pieces and put me back together - the right way- then there wouldn't be this pain... If only superglue could fix this

So I will write
DONT DO IT
on my wrist...

and hope that its enough to stop me...

Wen ur lil ppl tel u bout santa claus th eastr buny n encourage u n ur imaginry frends
its all a lie its all pretend
as u gro up they tel u bout th light at th end of a tunel things getn beta n it all workin out in th end
its all a lie its all pretend

Shes not alone...
But my god is she lonely...

And My Biggest Secret?

Im Not Okay.

As darkness spreads, and the light does fade
The pretty picture of my life starts to Break.
I crawl under the covers and fall apart.
For i cannot cope with what is my past...

In my world there is no happiness
no colour.
just a depressing blackness
they have taken it.
my colour, my happiness
will i ever see it again?

I'll sit in silence. i wont say a word.
I never do. words just cannot express.
im falling apart, you couldnt imagine...

Maybe its time i talk about
those things i never want to talk about?

Its becoming too much to handle on my own