I'm an addict...
The kind that loves the pain...
That burning of a new cut...
It's an addiction i can't shake.

If I show you who I really am.. You won't like me anymore.

As darkness spreads, and the light does fade
The pretty picture of my life starts to Break.
I crawl under the covers and fall apart.
For i cannot cope with what is my past...

I dont need girls,
i dont need a guy,
i dont need a family,
because i can make myself cry

"Go ahead"
"do it once more"
"Grab the knife,"
"and shut the door."

From my poem "vocie in my head"

"Life is PAIN get use to it."

Sometimes when I'm all alone, with my thoughts.
I cry..I cry because when im around my friends they never notcie how my eyes don't sparkle.
..my smile is too easily forgettable; it wasn't always that way.

Don't Hold My Hand if You're Going To Break My Heart...

Real eyes, realize, real lies

-°°°- Sometimes i feel like im dying so slowly to even catch a thing -°°°-