Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our visions clear only after our eyes are washed with tears.

My face turns to stone,
my body shatters. There
goes my life.
Not like it matters

Love.
It feels like heaven.
And hurts like hell.

--brooke

I cannot speak, i cannot stand, i cannot stop crying when she's holding your hand.
I cannot live, I cannot try, i cannot stop hurting, when i see her in your eyes.
I cannot feel, i cannot lie, but i can look at you, and wish to die.

~*~*~*Smile*~*~*~
it's easier than explaining why ur crying.

She strikes a pose
inside she died
no one knows
shes a beautiful suicide ^+

YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME BUT I GUESS YOU WERE LYING AND I FEEL SO STUPID NOW BECAUSE I BELIEVED EVERY "I LOVE YOU".

...It all terrifies me,
But none of them can see,
That Im alive but still half dead,
Nothings right inside my head...

**this is from my poem Secret Suicide**

**plz read and comment my poems**

I am tired of not existing.

CrazY how L O V E can change so fast to H A T E

»-(¯`v´¯)-» BRittsz»-(¯`v´¯)-»