Here's to teenage romance, and to not knowing why it hurts like hell.

She keeps asking me,"Do you think it hurts when you die?" I thought to myself,"It hurts more to live..."

Sometimes it hurts a lot more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry alone.

Just because I smile during the say doesn't mean I don't cry at night.

Tonight I'll put myself to sleep, so never again will I have to weep.

I'm willing to bleed to get what I need.

I need truth, hope, and love...and you just proved it wasn't you.

You started caring, when I started not to.

My friend killed herself this very day,
"Love" is what her last note did say.

Admitting he hurt you is the 1st step, kicking his ass is the 2nd.