She smiles when she wants to cry,
Lives when she wants to die,
Tries to be happy but cannot see,
Why she can't escape this misery.

It is harder to move on while your friends are moving and you are standing still…

Never give your heart away
you'll only get it back in pieces.

Paint a pretty picture, paint it with a twist, paint it with a razor blade, paint it on your wrist, and in that pretty picture a fountain will appear, and all your pretty problems magically disappear.

I cry for the time that you were almost mine,
I cry for the memories I've left behind,
I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new,
I cry for the times I thought I had you

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile.
How you try to fit in but you can't.
How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside

A careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.

Long ago I didn't care to look around but now, I'm so afraid of seeing your face in front of mine...

Sticks and Stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart

- Anonymous at a site

- Mom, do rich people die like us?
- Yes, they do, sweetie. But not like us.