I have a story of my own;;and it's written on my skin

I'm sick of life being so cold.
I'm sick of all the hate.
I'm sick of no one having respect for eachothers diffrences.
Someone, get me out of here fast.

These cuts are leaving creases; trace the scars; fit the pecies, tell your story, you dont need to say a word.

The truth is always hidden.
I would know because i have erased this line so many times.

[Meaning: Sometimes when you want to say the truth, you back out and pretend you never wrote it there]

I'll Love You Till The Day I Die,
No Matter How Much You Make me Cry.
And With Each Tear That Falls From Your eye,
500 More WIll Fall From Mine.

I wish you knew me
I wish you cared,
I wish i could tell you,
But i am to scared.