THERES A 15 yR. oLD GiRL WHO WiEGHS 80 PdS. CRYiNG iN FRONT OF THE MiRROR, BECAUSE ANOTHER BOY JUST CALLED HER ♥FAT♥

MISSINVISIBLE

Cutting made it better, but I knew it was wrong. I got so messed up I didn't know what was going on. I had to get out. I had to grow up. I let my habbit slip away and now cutting's not enough.

I'm sick of being the happy one, who never falls apart. I'm sick of screaming inside and laughing on the out. I'm sick of thinking that faking it is what life is all about.
But most of all.. I'm sick of being everything that i'm really not.

Im fine...

I wish that one day i can say this and actually mean it

Sometimes when I say “Oh, I’m fine” I want someone
to look me in the eyes & say “tell the truth”

That "old bad habit"
Is itching in the back of my mind
You broke your promise
Cant I break mine?

This time it’s different
This time it’s me
This time I will repent
This time I will see
This time I will know more
This time I don’t have to be scared
This time I don’t have to explore
This time I will be prepared

How can i still be crying over you..
When I already found some1 new
Could it be that i STILL love you

A curved scar lies across my heart,
A love so strong has left a mark.

Love is pointless and not important but it always finds away to control the weak and kind hearted