I'm down to being a ghost
a silent watcher of
the world I'm trapped in

And here she was
A broken piece of
Crystal
Who could never find the words to
Fix her
Cracks

They tell you how much you’ll love your baby when they’re born. But they don’t tell you how much you’ll hate what they did to your body...and how you’ll never be the same. Vanity or not; that’s something I wasn’t ready for.

imagine if my world was beautiful as yours

So just keep smiling
Hold the cracks together
Fake the happiness until it is real
Even if it takes forever...

Being alone isn’t so bad.
This way, only the emptiness can hurt you.

It's a sad memory
What you made of us;
the 'oh so good' people,
never the opposite.
How come they aren't good enough?
Why are we the broken ones here?

Sometimes I think that I will never find happiness.
I even try to look for a light in this dark world.

I wrote a poem I’ll never read

I think i'm a magnet for all the problems in the world.