I bleed, yes, only for you.

How can you see me so clearly and miss that my heart is hollow?

If you try to fix a shattered heart, all you'll do is bleed.

Depression is the direct result of repression.

My blood runs like rain down my skin and all I can say is,'I'm sorry.'

If I had a star for every time you made me smile, I would be holding the universe in my arms.

When you start to take tomorrow for granted, think of those who will never see it.

Who is that person with my face? It can't be me...she's not dying.

This is your life. You can't wait for it to get back on its feet, you have to pick up the pieces first.

Why did you tell me the truth? It hurts more than the lie...