&& I'm not ((proud)) of being the way I am.
I just accept the fact that I'm not who everyone ::wants.me:: to be.

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She let go of her fake smile as a tear ran down her face and she whispered "I don't want to be me"

Im going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I shall draw it with razor blades
I shall draw it on my wrists

I try to hate you and act like i just don't care anymore, but i can't because i still love you, even if you hurt so bad..

Why can't i let go of you?
the question haunts my mind.
and each day as i hang on more,
answers get harder to find.

& These words were placed on her caskit: ...I'm Never Coming Back...

Your paper wings got ruined in the rain.
coat hanger halo got rusted
the lace fell off the dress you made.
your the saddest little angel
mascara left a sour taste.

& I'm not the girl I use to be
I have to admit, a lot of shit got to me

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
-Creep by Radiohead