We've got the
Eyes of innocence;
Face of angels;
Personality of a dreamer
and a mind darker than a demon's

The voices in my head are louder than all the others,
they say I'm pretty,
pretty enough to sell my body,
pretty enough that I don't need to work.

They tell me I am strong,
strong enough to keep the tears in,
strong enough to hold you
but not let you in to the hidden chambers of my heart.

They say I'm okay,
okay enough that I can keep going,
They say it's all good,
they say it's all true.

But I want to be beautiful for myself,
not for someone else,
I want to be strong with someone,
not for someone,
I want to say I'm okay,
and really mean it.

Monday,
We woke up looking perfect, right?
Tuesday,
We're kind to everyone cause it's what we love to do, right?
Wednesday,
Put extra makeup on to hide the evidence of last night's beating, cause if anyone found out they'd laugh and tell us to **** it up, right?
Thursday,
We laugh because crying ruins our image, right?
Friday,
. . .I got in a fight.

I don't know about you but even on the moon's brightest nights,
it's still got a dark side,
Maybe we don't always see it, but it's there,
So don't judge me when I miss the mark on "perfection"

Where were you,
when I fell apart,
Where were you,
when the beating in my chest ached to end,
Where were you,
when life crashed in and stole my tears away in pill bottles,
Where were you,
when I decided enough was enough.
Where are you?
I don't see you by me casket.
It's okay,
It's not the first time I've been abandoned

What if the demons that haunt your nights
are the people that you've hurt.
What if the angels that protect your heart
are healed wounds and mistakes.

Living and learning,
fighting and loving,
healing and forgiving,
don't forget what life truly is.

It's okay to cry,
even the sun can't get away from the clouds,
It's okay to break every once in a while,
even the sun can't avoid the rain.

It's okay to not be okay,
even the moon has to use the sun's light,
It's okay to be a little scared,
even the moon can't handle the dark.

Sometimes holding on,
is harder than letting go,
Sometimes breathing,
is harder than crying.

Some days I'm numb,
others I can't seem to hold back the tears,
Some days I just wanna be alone,
others I can't seem to hold back the darkness.