Its so funny how sometimes your so hurt and tired of everything that there is no more room left for sadness in you heart....so you carry on the days with a smile on your face but inside you have a broken heart.

Why do i let people in? When i already know in the end they are gonna leave me....just like everyone else. </3

And it all ends up coming to the fact : the whole world is a LIE.

I may be short,
But I walk tall

With every scar, there's a reason.

And the PeRfEcT scares across mi wrists are the only sighn of {PAIN} cause i *LoCk* it all away untill i know im safely hiden in the confines of the four walls of mi room

And i am so broken at heart that i live so dangerously close to the edge that the constant NON-ENDING of mi life is a compleate utter {{SURPIRSE}}

I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away...

Something so sharp has never looked so pretty

On my bad days the only thing stopping me is the fear of becoming another statistic...