Im either really good at hiding pain...Or no one cares at all...

It's hard to know you're someone I'll never have...Thinking about you makes me mad...

Only the rain cries on the grave...

The girl inside my mirror has fallen to the floor

The girl inside my mirror isn't crying anymore

Damaged but not broken,
weak but stil standing,
this is the last token,
of the angels final landing.

kinda a take off of another poem i read.

I told him I wanted to spend time with him before I left. He said he was too busy and that we'd hang out as soon as I got back...little did he know that when I said I was leaving, I knew I would never be coming back...

"If beauty is truely only skin deep how far must i cut till my ugliness fades away?"

When you said "Everything will be alright" I was so tempted to say "ya...when I'm dead."

Crimson drops run down my skin
I use this blade, my final sin

He's the only one I wanna talk to...even after everything that has happened...