Maybe if I cut deep enough I wont feel the sting of the pain...

I can hide my miseries but not miserable words...

A long time ago I died inside.
Leaving myself with no place to hide.
My insides are vulnerable, my feelings are raw.
I don't know what to do this may be the last straw.
New poem "I want to die, cross my heart promise it's not a lie"

My angel wings are fading from white to black,because my depression is making an attack.

I can set fire on water, if water is full of hate!

Never tired of looking at u, never tired of talking to u, never tired of thinking abt u...who r u? not mine, never mine....but hoping to be mine.......

I have only one sun and one moon! that's why earth envy me.......

I'm tired of pretending....

I don't wanna ask you jealous question...i just want you not to give me that chance.

I have watch but unfortunately none of the time is mine!