The tears we cry are words from the heart...the ones left unspoken because no one would understand...

"how are you doing?"
im here arent i? im standing in front of u, phsycaly alive. and here i am standing in front of you, wishing at this moment i could die and didnt have to lie.
but all you hear is"im fine. how about urself?"

I look up when I walk so the tears won't fall

This is for the outcasts
The one's who're all alone
Who come to school with hatred
And back to an abusive home

-frst stanza of a poem im working on for school..lemme no what u think..

*~*~Please just BrEaK mY HeArT so I can pick up the peices, Because the bRuisEs just won't go away*~*~

~beautifully broken

You told me:
I'll be there to wipe your tears,
I'll be there to chase your fears,
I'll be here to catch you when you fall,
I'll be here throughout it all,
You say that yet you can't see past, this smile...

Im sorry that i cant tell you,
i really want to i swear.
It's not that i dont trust you,
Im just afraid you wouldnt care.

Those who harm themselves are not stupid, selfish, insane or attention-seeking.
They are people who take things out on their bodies rather than shouting out their pain.

Her laughter.. a cry for help.
Her smile.. a symbol of her Insecurities.
Her tears.. the reality.

"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside."

- Girl, Interrupted