I'm clumsy, I know

So if you leave, who will catch me when I fall.

Teach me how to lie, then we'll have something in common.

Poems and people have something in comon. In poems you have to read between the lines and in people you have to look behind the masks

Some people build walls,
not to keep people out,
but to see who cares enough to climb over it

Fact: People never ask if something is wrong when you smile..they automatically assume everythings fine..

I'm the fool painted up for all the world to laugh and see, that every bad thing that happened, I brought down on me

Why do you annoy me if you hate me so much?

I feel dead inside, but the pain reminds me that I'm still alive

Cut, cry, smoke, and die

People often ask me why I cut. They don't understand. It's because of them. They never miss a chance to remind me how pathetic my life is.