We do not choose to be born, we just are.

The lies you tell yourself are your medicine to forget the past-inspired by blue october

Not even makeup could make her beautiful,
Because true beauty is loving yourself,
And that's something she could never do.

Lifes like self harm,do it wrong,and your stuffed

Inside I'm broken .. outside you cant tell.

Even the crippled bird sings...

Another cutter
another freak
another ho'e
another geek
another prep
another jock
another player
& more more punk rock
another hatter
another G
another scar they put on me
another lable that happens 2 fall when no1 knos the person at all

You try so damn hard to be who they want you to be, that you forget who you really are inside.

If I could write story
It would tell you who I am
I would write a poem
It would tell you how I feel
If I could write a song
It would open up your eyes
If you could give a damn
I would show you...why the way I am

Whats goes down doesn't always come back up.