My backs up aqainst a wall, my hands held up hiqh,
ill hold my head up twords the sky.
I said enouqh was enouqh
it was just to much.
I was tired of havinq a voice, and beinq told to hush.

They found her on the bedroom floor, her arms cascadinq red, a note to all her loved ones, of why she was dead. a smile fashioned on her face, alike everysinqle day, she played her script so well, a self tauqht actress she was made. ( from my poem)
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Whatever happened to the "good ol' days"?

Even if your hands are shaking, and your faith is broken, even if your eyes are closing, say what you need to say, and do it with your heart wide open.

Don't judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what i have, and cried as many tears as me. Until then back-off, cause you have no idea.

Each time I look at a picture of myself, I can remember the happiness that I once had, but can't feel the person that I once was at one time.

I fear going to bed at night because every time I wake up, i wake up thinking its okay . then i notice ... its not and never will be

Sometimes i wish my heart had a off button...not because i don't want to care anymore but because I'm tired of all the pain its causing keeping it on </3

Pain is a sign that something needs to change or is changing. The real pain begins when you don't understand what that change is about or how it will end.

"Whether to turn left when there's nothing right, or to turn right when there's nothing left."