&& i could be lying in a pool of blood and say im fine and u would just say ok and walk away.

They say that you must face your fears; but what happens when your fear is death itself?

You may see a smiling face but with a broken heart, and you may see weeping eyes but without tears..

She has no reason to cry yet she looks in the mirror and sees an ugly face which no one else sees

I know how it feels,
to be on the edge of you bed,
your head buried in your hands,
wishing everything would just end.

I have a right to hate your ex's
even if they're fine
because they've had a taste
of something that is mine.

The worst part about missing someone is knowing that there will never be anyone else quite like them.

I sit down to write,
My heart pours out.
Words flow like tears.
The tears I am afraid to cry.
I am a writer.
I am not a smiler.

Now I have to watch you love her
the way you used to love me.

Into the mirror she stared,
and wondered, did any-one even cared?
"No,' she heard the little voice say,
she went through this torture every day.

from my poem, the little voice, please comment, it means a lot to me