Love? Lies? What's the difference?

Mine is the only face I can see. Mine is the only soul I can feel. Mine is the only heart I feel hurt. Mine is the only scream that i hear. Surrounded yet so alone.

How is this possible? How can I be so tired of life? So ready to throw in the towel? I'm only 16.

Can I cut it out? I'm tired of this cold hard lump in my chest.

Time to start another day, pretending to be that perfect person, I know I'll never be.

If you lie to me, you die to me.

If only if only....

I'm starting to feel it will be easier to take a bullet from a gun then continue with this life.

The world keeps changing yet I stand still.

I love showing off my beautiful, gorgeous, sexy scars.