Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet and so are you,
but the roses are wilting, the violets are dead
the sugar bowls empty and so is your head

My body is my canvas.

The saddest words to hear are broken promises.

I can cry, scream, plead and give up. But no one will ever -totally- understand what I'm feeling.

No one can hate me more than I hate myself.