I have sat and watched each rain drop fall into a single puddle, and I still do not understand.

It may be sick.
It may be twisted.
But I love that burn.
The scarlet drops falling.
The one time I feel alive.

I won't apologize for saying what I feel. Because that's like saying sorry for being real.

On my bad days the only thing stopping me is the fear of becoming another statistic...

I ain't saying I'm perfect
but i promise I'm worth it.

If you're going to trust anyone, why not a complete stranger? At least they can't watch as you fall apart when they hurt you.

I may be a princess...
but this isn't a fairytale.

I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker.

-Green Mile

I am broken beyond repair...
He just refuses to accept that.

She was all over him last night...
To bad he kept steppin' back to hold my hand.