Yes, words do hurt...
But its the thoughts that kill.

Its getting so hard, the booze is becoming highly tempting .... one little drink wouldn't hurt would it ? or would it consume me completely?

There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside.

Mirrors are nothing but liars...
They tell you that you're beautiful then when you go outside people say another...

These wounds are from yesterday
today, I am healing
tomorrow, I start to live

Let everything dwell within

Don't you dare me if what is my capability hurting you cuz I could hurt you from your body through your soul...

In the end of it all, who am I living for?

A happy Smile
a clear Mind
positive Thoughts
that would be wonderful

Sticks and stones,
May brake my bones,
But knives can really hurt me.