Dying To Be Beautiful..
Starving For Your Attention..
Bleeding To Release This Hurt..
Is This What Life's Really About..??

After all these images of pain have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar and weep; you are not alone..

Everyday i pray by the grace of God that theres somebody listening

My heart is not a heart, but a cage. And fake smiles are just a camouflage, for what resembles rage..

I'm so use to pain, I don't know how to live with out it.

Is there any hope for me? Even my fantasies end up in tragedy.

And i find it kinda funny,
i find it kinda sad.
that dreams where im dying are the best,
ones i have ever had.

There's just nothing left of me. It's all tattered and torn. Torn by horrible feelings. Feelings that shouldn't exist, because they are too real, almost like pain..

I should be strong, and take up the sword to fight. I should strike back without mercy, or pity. I should hit those who were driven to hurt me. But I'm afraid..I can not.

Ive never felt beautiful.
Just ugly, worthless, and used.