I looked at her with those red swollen eyes, and asked her if I would ever smile again. She looked at the picture of him in my hand and said, not till you let go.

The scars are the stories i can't tell you.

I smile like nothings wrong
You're happy while I play along
I can't play this part much longer
because this just isn't making me stronger

You said that if I commit suicide,
You'd be nothing..
Well then what do you think I'd be
If you did the same?

I am nothing more than Fake Smiles and Beautiful Scars

How sad to die when ur heart is full of feelings for someone dosent know or even feel it,,,

I sit here and starve because the pain of being hungry is the one kind of pain I can control.

You'd think that after all this time,
I'd get used to the fact
that you'll never be mine.

You always told me that I always had a home with you....so why when I need it the most...Why when I'm on the street living alone....Why won't you let me come home?

Its hard to live life when you have no real reason to.