My shoes are too tight, but it does not matter because I have forgotten how to dance. (B5)

The Scars Decorating My Wrists Tell Painful Stories
Of Lonely Nights.. Betrayed Trust.. && Endless Pain..

Used && Abused For Many Years..
Each Time A New Scar On My Heart..
I Hide Myself In My Own Dreams..
So, I Can't Be Torn Apart..

Stop Staring At My Scars
Stop Judging Me By Only What You See
If You Don't Like Who I Am
Then You Should Try To Be Me

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.