The moment u dont know who u r anymore
u look in the mirror it does seem to b u anymore

"I'm sorry that you hate the thing that makes me unique..."

I'm to busy being angry and sad at everthing that i havent stop to see that its actully trying to help

The Truth Hurt The Lies, and The
Lies Kills the Truth

What happened to me...
Oh ya I actually grew up and developed new feelings.
That feeling would be the so called "Sad"

Nobody understands me...
only if I expressed my feeling the right way

They say time has way of healing,
or so they say.
So why am i still left here crying?

Sometimes I wander why not kill myself.
Oh ya because I'm to weak to admit myself to the devil himself.

Why don't they understand
maybe its because they can't read minds?
no that couldn't be it...

Living is like death...
just plain terrifying