Two teardrops were floating down a river. They asked each other where they'd come from. The first said, "I'm from a girl whose man let her go". The second replied, "Well, i'm from that man that regrets letting her go..."

"To me "I'm Fine" has a different meaning."

She looks in the mirror its never been clearer shes nothing ,no one ,lonely,unloved,unwanted ... shes me...

Suicide is a permanant solution to a temporary problem.

After a while you start depending on that certain someone. I guess it hurts so much when they're gone is because we spent every waking minute with them and we forget how to live without them.

"I can't hold on to ~words~, I need to hold on to *someone*..."

*** actual conversation

Last night i was thinking of you, a tear rolled down my face, i asked the tear "where are you going" the tear replied "there's someone so important in your eyes, there is no room for me"!

I used to ask how many times do i have to fall before you'll catch me...now i just wish you would have let me keep falling because this hurts worse than hitting the ground...

When she looks in the mirror
She doesn't know who is there
It's as if shes confused
By her own broken stare

~part of my poem Sitting in the Dark~

The More I Try To Be A Person,
The Less Of A Person is all you see
will i ever meet your standards
or maybe she isnt me..