Teardrops on my guitar
With a pick in my hand...
(reallly not my best.)
Black eye-liner and fake hair-dye...
We all do things wrong
We all make mistakes...
I wrote this poem a little while ago after...
He woke up that one morning...
Love always ends too soon
corrupting lies with truth...
Fake a smile everyday
Don't let them know you're not okay...
Sitting in the playground
Rocking on the swing...
She sits and thinks about the meaning of life,
She can't even feel her wrist touching the knife...
I want to be remembered as the girl that always...
And the one who could always brighten up your...
I stand alone,
with no one by...
If self harm is for attention,
then why the scars we conceal...
You ask me why i cry
whenever you speak...