(talking to the boy) when you hurt me I just laugh.. loser.
(thinking to her self) when he hurts me I go home and I cry and cry and cry..

Push me down,
Turn my life around,
Make this smile into a frown,
Allow me my death and tell not a soul,
And promise you wont ask about my goal.

Never underestimate the power of listening...

Sorry for the lack of excitement but, i'm not entirely thrilled.

Sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words ---
yeah, words hurt too ...

I would pay my four senses for the poor and homeless and war children to see the smile on their face with only one sense i have

They say hate is only a shade away from love, and that it takes the same amount of emotion, today, i started to believe them.

I will never find someone who understand me...
Just the reflection that i see when i look into the mirror!

I wish I could start over; fix the things I've messed up. Say the sorries I need to. Patch up the broken hearts, and changed the problems I've caused. I wish it was so simple as a wish, but I know it's not.

It never is.

I drown myself in problems
cuz i keep looking in the past...