So there's this one person who only tears me apart
I should have known from the start.
That she would turn her back on me.
I was so naive,
To actually believe.
That someone would stay.
"Sorry" she says and I reply it's okay.
When really I'm trying so hard to trust her,
She hurts me but I give her so many chances,
She threw away the friendship without a second glance.
She says she cares but I will never believe her ever again.

I have fallen into the fiery pits of love,
with all the simple acts you do.
You make my heart beat fast when I look into your pale blue eyes.
I love to see that smile it just makes me sigh.
Your laugh awakens butterflies, they just won't go away,
And I look forward to school now every single day.
Just to see you there,
I glance across the room and stare.
At the beautiful boy who doesn't know how perfect he is to me.
If only he could see.
I'm falling into the fiery pits of love

On lonely days,
when I feel broke,
The kind of day that feels like I've lost
All hope,
It comes to take
Away the pain...

It splits the sky;
It clears the rain.
It sends a ray of light into my
Shadow -filled brain.
For just today,
It'll be okay...

But sometimes,
Sunshine,
It clears away the fog and it helps remind,
That I deserve
This gift of life...

And sometimes,
Sunshine,
Means another day when I can
Let it all out,
And I can smile,
Without my doubts...

On days when I
Sit locked inside,
Feeling so depressed I couldn't laugh
Or cry,
I'd close my eyes,
And step outside...

And sometimes,
Sunshine,
Like a memory from another
Lifetime,
A warm embrace;
My kindest friend...

On endless months,
Or brutal weeks,
Those times when even sleep never
Brings relief,
No drink or pill
Can give me peace...

I lay awake,
Beneath the sheets,
Begging for a dream that doesn't have
To be sweet.
Just let me fade,
And end this day...

But when I wake,
It covers me,
Brightest of them all in the Great Black
Sea,
It seems to say,
"Come out and play. "

See, sometimes,
Sunshine,
Means another day when I can
Never mind,
And leaves me free,
To just be Me...

And sometimes,
Sunshine,
Makes me think about why I
Doubt myself,
This gentle breeze
Can set me free...

Life is spent Trying to prove our self worth.
It all starts in the teenage years and never seems to end. Trying to prove we're more beautiful, stronger, successful, better, or smarter than others. Trying all the time to prove that we deserve love. Even when we feel that we don't.
            If only people accepted each other, I wouldn't have to prove anything.

Life is also spent in fear. Fear of failing, fear of loving, fear of losing someone you thought you'd be with forever.
            If only people accepted each other, I wouldn't have to be afraid.

Life is spent in trying to earn love. We beg to be loved. We try to prove ourselves to people that surround us: teachers,parents, friends, and anyone who seems important. We all do it. Success becomes everything. The simplest mistake could me we aren't lovable.
              If only people excepted each other. Maybe I would be loved.

My family tells me I'm beautiful.
But only if they knew,
the pain I go through,
At school. Where people
laugh at you,
and only tear you down.
I work so hard to put on a smile.
After being at school for awhile.
Your walls are built so strong,
nobody can break them down.
You isolate yourself from the world.
That only brings you pain.

The girl who always laughed, cried.
The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke.
She dropped the fake smile as a tear rolled down her cheek and whispered to herself,
“I can't do this anymore.”

Darkness enveloped around her as her unbreakable heart started to crack.
She's hurt.
But every day, she walks with a smile,
‘Cause that's just who she is:
The girl who never stopped smiling.

They can't see that she's hurting.
They don't notice her pain.
The girl who feels like she is drowning in the rain,
while everyone else is sitting in the sunlight.
The girl with the eyes full of innocence; the face of an angel.
Her personality is that of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than they can imagine.

She was just a girl.
Who experienced heartbreaking pain.
Who was taught never to show her true feeling as nobody would care.
She knew to hold back those tears until she was alone.
She grows cold with every stabbing knife in her back.

Warm red liquid, flowing down her arm, is all the comfort she needs.
Silver metal, shining so bright, is her only true friend.
Her scars, hidden from the world’s judgeful eyes,
hold memories of hurtful words and repressed memories.

The unbreakable girl finally broke.