They say there's a reason, they say time will heal, but neither time nor reason can change the way I feel.

No one known how many times I've broken down and cried, yet through it all everyone thinks I'm fine.

I'm afraid to lean back, because there might be no one there to catch me.

A girl died today because another boy called her ((fat))

Go back to when cutting was ~the way~,
When cutting made everything ~okay~.
Now theres no more razor blades,
No fresh wounds on my skin.
Now theres just endless pain,
Endless tears in my eyes.
Because I cant cut,
And crying isnt good enough.

Love again like your heart is still whole
Smile again like you still have a soul
Dance again like you don't want to hide
Never let slip all the tears that you've cried

My poetry comes from my broken heart. My broken heart comes from you.

"Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you.
But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you."

Each and every day i will think of you in every way !! i miss you grandma

R.I.P. GRANDMA

When death itself dies, that is when I will cry, because death is my last hope, of ever gaining peace again

I almost jumped but i guess my love for her is greater then my end