Broken hearts and bloody arms
neither means anything
keep your head down
keep your eyes low
and just pretend
to love...

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

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...

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...

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)

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

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...

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

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

Every night I think to myself why couldn't I be with you...then it comes to me...I was never beautiful enough...