You may not see my scars, or feel my depression.
You may say it's not real.
But sometimes you can't see the pain someone feels.

A razorblades kiss:
A carress on the arm leading to danger, grief, memories, and pain..

All those scars on her arm,
May be just reminders to you,
But to her, just sweet whispers of a love she knew.

Im iN DEnIaL Of eVery wOrD I PrAyEd...BeAcUsE NoTHInG sEeMS 2 bE GoIN RiGhT...

Depression killed the air..
slamed my heart
and Killed the rest of me.

LifE Is a CiRcLe oF PaiN...

You have a knife in your hand, either place it in my back, where everyone else did, Or place it in my heart, and end all the f u c k i n g pain, that im goingg thruuu

After all the hurt and pain you caused
do you still feel like you deserve an applause?

from my poem "walls"

It's been a tough day
& it's been a rough life

How many times can heart be torn apart and still expected to keep beating?