Please tell me the cuts on your wrists are fake.
Please tell me the blood on your arms is just paint.

&& Right now he doesnt know it, But no one will ever make him smile like she did.

Hide these cuts.
Hide these scars.
Hide these what ever
They ares.

Its all the things you dont say...
That make me want to die.

Do you feel satisfied as you watch this tear roll down my face right onto the spot where my heart used to be.

This isnt a qoute just something i was told about The one person i truely love and his ex:

"he told me today he still loved her and doesnt kno why he dumped her."

--I just dont want to care anymore.--

Its not that i want to let go.
But i have to know.

Why would i use you.
Why would i do that to you.

Loosing my smile...
So you can find yours.

Reading the lyrics that i wrote.
That were about to be spoke.
Now there stuck inside my throat.
I'm almost about to choke....

From my poem "Love Note."