It is said that, [[a picture is worth a thousand words.]]

a few words are worth thousands of thoughts.

I think I've reached that point
Where giving up and going on
Are both the same dead end to me
Are both the same old song

The Cure

Make me beautiful again
And feel like I'm special
And remind me how I smiled
I felt like poison
Once beautiful again
When my tears were cherished then
Whisper in my ear as I disappear
Once beautiful

The Last Dance

When you see me standing far
When you think I don't believe
My eyes when I see you smile
As I love you always distantly
Romantically, secretly, distantly

The Last Dance

All i have to offer are distorted thoughts from my worthless, dirty soul.

The only thing i want in this world, is to be forgotten.

No matter who is with me, i will always be alone. secretly in my private hell i suffer.

Occasional flashing the polite smile, but few can truly claim to have heard my laughter.

Words cut deeper than any knife

hugs will suffocate me

be concerned, but not loving

Why do they feel saddened

they can't even begin to understand my pain

thank god they don't