And if you look close, deep in to mi eyes beneath all the lies you will see a girl that is screaming to be saved

If I could fly away from all the pain and the fear, tell me - why am I still standing here?

Sometimes I wake up and I don't think I will make it.

Even the greatest bridges fall under the right pressure. </3

Songs for the sleeping. Poems for the willing. And a shotgun shell to the back of the throat for those who understand both.

I'm afraid all my hope, isn't with me anymore.

You can tell how many times i've been hurt, just look at my arms...

"I will never be good enough for you nor anyone else in this messed up world of ours."

"How can I expect you to like me when not even I do?"

I can't blame the world for not wanting me, afterall it's not like I have anything of value to give it back.