Yes theres something I should have told you everything when I looked into your eyes...

Why is it that I can never ask for help about love but with everyone else needs help they ask me...

I'm like a bad wreck everyone slows down to see what has happened but nevers takes time to stop and help...

The bloody girl lays in the bathroom floor breathing her last breath wishing things would have gone better then worst...

My friends ask me to stop hurting myself
But I tell them once you feel the pain I feel you would want to hurt yourself too...

Look into this heart
A heart that has been broken many of times
And I could tell you what real pain feels like

She sits and counts all the scars
As she goes on she sees how many times has been heartbroken and lost....

(dont know if this is good or not...kinda did it fast)

People say everyone meets everyone in their life for a reason...I guess the reason I met you was to get depressed and heart broken...

Sitting in the corner of her room
She sits and thinks
Of how useless she really is to the world
As her thoughts fill her head
She slowing goes into a deep sleep
Will she wake to see tomorrow or will she slowly slip away...

Love is a choice
Love is not a demand
Don't love because you have too
Love because you can...