I watch each tear fall onto my paper, counting them, willing them to stop falling... They never, ever listen.

Porcelain skin
Blood red eyes
Broken black wings
Tired of lies

There is beauty in sadness

You just killed me
you completly destroyed me
I hope your happy
thanks for making me cut again

I wish I knew
What to do
About the pain
I'm going through

I'm lost inside myself. I'm trapped. I'm held captive by demons that tell me that killing myself would be a good thing.

You said that you loved me
yet you killed yourself
you told me you would never leave me
yet your not here
you said you would be there for me
yet your not
thanks for killing me

I'm done crying. I'm so sick of trying.

If I could change who I was do you think I'd still be this way?

Inside I'm a mess. Outside I'm hideous. There's no words to describe who I am as a person.