Dear diary;
the day i knew i lost you is a day i wish i could...

What passed her lips? air, water. she was...
by carol Ann Duffy...

Sitting here in the shadows
guilty full of shame...

The night is young
and the stars are bright...

I cut to get away
from all the pain i feel and cause...

At the risk of sounding rude
just who the f u c k do you think you are...

Always i cry
still trying to find a way to say goodbye...

SEVEN DEADLY SINS
Pride is excessive belief in one\'s own abilities...

In a fight
almost every night...

I wonder through the dark
unseen by passing peers...

Average may not be good enough
For anyone it seems...

Can you see behind the tear streaked eyes...
what do you see behind fake smiles and happiness...