I watch each tear fall onto my paper, counting them, willing them to stop falling... They never, ever listen.

Sometimes asking is the hardest part

Trying to live without you is one of the hardest things i've ever done.

I run my own fingers through my hair just to pretend like someone's there and cares.

Beauty masks the pain underneath, though only one can see through my disguise.

Porcelain skin
Blood red eyes
Broken black wings
Tired of lies

I can't do this anymore. I can't fake my smile for you anymore.

There is beauty in sadness

You just killed me
you completly destroyed me
I hope your happy
thanks for making me cut again

I wish I knew
What to do
About the pain
I'm going through