I let go to see if you loved me enough to hang on

Under the smiles, pink, and cheers,
she's nothing but dying. In her lovely suicide tears..

My mom told me to go to hell
Little does she know I'm already there

When are people going to realize that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that the cuts those words make, leave scars upon our souls.

Somehow I've become everything I promised myself I would never be.

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars

"I am who everyone wants me to be and not who I want to be."

With scars on your wrist
and tears in your eyes
you hide the pain that you feel inside

True pain lies in the realization of hurting the one whom you cared about more than life itself.

That feeling when your in the hallway and your eyes meet.
and those 3 seconds feel like 3days
and you look away because you hate knowing once again, both of you are one.