The Cruelest Lies Are Often Told In Silence

Her stories written on her writs

So beautufly numb

A sad note plays in the orchestra of her heart
Who will listen to her melody..
Who will take part ?

Behind my make up
behind my smiles
when i am alone i cry
bcuz i dont understand
why am i still breathing...

I feel like I'm taking two steps forward, just to be pushed three steps back

&&she is a perfect girl with a perfect kiss. and perfect scars on her perfect wrists

The only thing beautiful about me is how green my eyes turn when i cry

How Much Rain Must I Walk Threw Before I Get To The Sunshine.

Im not giving up.. im just letting go..