Experience is the name we give to our past mistakes.

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can shatter the soul.

Only she knows the answers
but shell never tell
the reasons why her lifes a living hell

Just close your eyes tonight.
Cry those tears and hold on tight.
You might go crazy but when those tears stop falling,
And your eyes open to the light,
You'll know you've won the fight,
Everything will be alright.

She bleeds from cuts she doesn't remember getting. Aches from bruises that just appeared.
Looking in the mirror she doesn't see them at all. She's bleeding and hurting but it's not physical any more.

When you attempt suicide and fail, its just another disappointment because its another thing you cant do right

Tears fall, blood drips, how did it come to this?

Glass, poison, overdose
Gun to head or knife to throat
Blade to wrist or fall from high
You pick one: how did I die?

Your one of the few things..
that helps me start my day.
that keeps me strong, when
the happiness starts to fade

Hes got the smile that makes me weak
and the arms i could sleep in forever.