I'm trying to accept the fact that I will never be the reason for your smile.

People ask me what I need/want the most. Truthfully all I want is love. Is that to much to ask?

Not even cutting can numb the pain anymore

You don't understand what I'm going through

I smile That doesn't mean its real
I laugh That doesn't mean I'm having fun
Look behind this fake smile and laugh
All you will find is a broken girl

It hurt when you told me that no one would ever like a girl with more scars and cuts than friends. It hurt even more because I loved you and because sadly you were right.