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.

Drawing, it's my comfort zone
letting go of my feelings