The thin red lines that marr my skin
They're signs of the battle I fight within.

Everyone wants to be her; the pretty, smart and nice girl, but no one took the time to find the darkness in her heart.

Her wings are broken

I am not my past. I am the person created by my past.

I live to forget.

Fake a smile and Ignore the rain.
See the sun, it'll be okay.

What's the point of being me??
I ask myself too frequently!!

Wings of Crushed Velvet,
I can feel the wind...
but I cannot fly

I try to stay happy but this sickness won't allow it.

Be careful...
death is the only injury you can never recover from.