I've been faking this smile for so long now.. sometimes i wonder if people even notice.

Words are like bullets. . and they kill just as good as any gun.

Reality scares me.

I've had time, and i've had change. i've been so broken and yet i still can't explain. .

You asked me what i need. all i really need; no all i really want, is to breathe again.

& you know i fake it oh too well, because God himself can't even tell.

I focused on the pain, the only thing that's real anymore.

I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.

Can we help her? can we save her?

Far too many scars to handle.