My thoughts last night left a crater in a once unharmed soul.

"It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry"
-Fergie

No one knows, because no one cares.

My right arm and hand are slightly tinged with bruising from the repeated beating of rulers. Should be fun to move tomorrow.

Ouch. Kay. Done.

Waves of numbness crash at the shore of my heart;
Little does everyone know,
I am the storm from which they were born.

My happy self is locked in a mirror, waiting to break free or unlock, I want to break the unbreakable glass, but I don't have the strength to break it. I need to find my key, to truely be myself.

The monster in my head is telling me to end it all, while my heart is telling me to stay for the ones I love... Which one stood I choose?

Everyone is always looking to the future, while I'm always looking back at the past.

How come if you say that you can talk to me about anything, you turn away from me when I share with you my most darkest secret?