And it's killing me inside . . because I can't tell anyone . . not even my journal . . for I fear if I write it down or speak it out . . it will become reality . .

Today was the worst day of my life
if any of you feel this way too comment

I hate how badly I have lost control.
How everything is falling to peices.
And nothing anymore goes right.
I swear that I think I'm dying.

But it's going to be okay,
because I am not alone.

THERES A 15 yR. oLD GiRL WHO WiEGHS 80 PdS. CRYiNG iN FRONT OF THE MiRROR, BECAUSE ANOTHER BOY JUST CALLED HER ♥FAT♥

MISSINVISIBLE

I'm sick of being the happy one, who never falls apart. I'm sick of screaming inside and laughing on the out. I'm sick of thinking that faking it is what life is all about.
But most of all.. I'm sick of being everything that i'm really not.

Love is pointless and not important but it always finds away to control the weak and kind hearted

Picture it as this:::
my paintbrush is my razorblade
&& my canvas is my wrist

* saw it somewhere...

When I look in the mirror..
Guess who I see?
Guess again..
Because it ain't me.

From one of my latest updated poems, Please let me know what you think of it.

That wasn't rain you felt on your shoulder while I hugged you, It was a tear drop...

Outside she is smiling, content as could be...But inside theres a heart thats screaming Please Just Set Me Free!