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TBS;; You Know How I Do
&& as she stepped on the scale
she looks up at herself in the mirror
with tears running down her cheeks.
"will i ever change?" she asked herself;
"will i ever be good enough for him?"
she complains;;
she steps off the scale && opens the drawer
&& slowly bleeds her pain away
she looks in the mirror
and looks down at her wrist
as she starts to cry
she quietly whispers:
look what i’ve become
Striking the chords for only me.
There was a coursing all through my veins.
Another chance to get away, oh. you the light
words never [ hurt ] me
change never [ kills ] me
love never [ breaks ] me
fear never [ shakes ] me
my hopes never [ fade away ]
i never need to [ break away ]
my tears are never [ here to stay ]
i'm always [ happy ]
i never [ lie ]
yeah..[ o n c e . u p o n . a . t i m e ]
It wasn't a suicide attempt ;; it was an escape from
everything awful. When we cut, we control our own pain,
& we make it stop whenever we want. Physical pain relieves
mental angiush. For that brief moment, the pain of cutting
is the only thing in the cutter's mind. & when the others come
back, they're weaker. Drugs do that too, & sex, but not like
cutting ;; nothing is like cutting.
The two hardest things to say are
Hello for the first time and
Goodbye for the last.
and there you are...[[holding]] her hand.
&& i'm lost in confusion trying to [[understand]]
alcohol & nervous witts
razor blades & bloody wrists
decieving eyes trapped in lies
cant escape the painful cries
daddy`s little girl
mommy`s little angel
teacher`s pet
pageant queen
all my life i`ve been pleasing
everyone but me...
You don't have to be together
`for him to break your heart...
Every penny in a well ; every broken wishbone
every 11:11 on a clock ; every finger crossed, every
turn of a necklace pendant ; every star in the sky;
every fallen eyelash, every blown out candle - every
wish I could make .. will never give me you
No one sees my silent tears,
No one hears my secret fears,
I cry alone, and nobody hears.
There is always going to be
that awkward moment,
when you walk by that person
and remember; all that you once had <3
you`ve labeled your whole lifestyle and
changed the way that you dress. now
take a good look in the mirror and tell
me who you`re trying to impress.
The room starts to spin as i lay on the floor
im used to the chills- i've had them before
i begin to drift away as my eyes begin to-
close // once again hiding what nobody
knows. i wake to a shouting voice - - its
time for me to go;; another day of [h i d i n g]
>>Secrets<<
I told him I was falling.
And he whispered, “I have wings.”
so here's to the future . . cause
I made it through the past___x3
You can love who ever you want
But remember…
So can he.
my theory was that if I kept my distance,
maybe you would see what you're missing
The hardest part about walking away
Is knowing that you wont run after me
Friends Are Love.
i just really don't understand why people think tht they have to live up to a sertin stander to be pretty ... i wish that people would be pretty for thier personality .... it would be so easy but life has to be like that for reason but it would just be so much easier......
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