People see her smile
But not her eyes
People refuse to look at them
Because they don't care that her heart is ill
Or that her being within is damaged

I hate wearing this ring and waking up without you.

I know I'm doing wrong, yet I continue to anyways.

Laying in bed
Telling secrets
Asking questions
*I miss those days.

I believe that you can only love what you got while you got it and once it's gone, it's gone. You have to learn to let go. Nothing is forever.

I don't wanna hear talks
I want to hear your foot steps when you walk
Then I'll know your gone

This is so pathetic
Like you when you broke my heart
Making everything tragic and dramatic
Making me get a wish
A wish of wanting everything to be extatic

An old woman that I've only
Spoken to once or twice
Introduced me to and old man
She told him my name
And then said I was... unusual
She did not say it rudely
And I'm most defiantly positive that
She meant no harm to her opinion of me
But I can't help but wonder why?..
I don't understand
I've been called many things
And I consider myself many things
But unusual..?
Being called that almost sounds foreign to me
I just simply don't understand why I'd be called that?
Maybe I don't know myself as much as I thought...
Or maybe I'm just over thinking
But still I must ask what would make someone think I'm unusual?

My heart is crippled
You could give it strength

"Why don't you?"

We are born
And then
We die
Its simple
But yet
We fear life
And we fear death
*Why?

I feel so alone...


            Like I drowned in emptiness

I don't understand
Why I'm afraid
I'm a religious girl
I believe in the lord
He died for me
And yet I still continue to do wrong
In church I watch as people
Open up to our creator
And I sit and
Do nothing
For some odd reason
I am afraid to know
And to have a relationship
With our lord
I'm afraid to get to know him
But why?
How can I be afraid of something so good?
Why am I afraid of to get know something that will not hurt or disappoint me.
Im confused and lost
I know why I'm afraid
Of the bad things
But why am i afraid of something
That I know with everything in me
Is completely good and will not hurt me?
I cannot not grasp on an explanation

People wounded why beautiful women date worthless men

*Its simply because we except the love we think we deserve

At what age did you lose your compassion?

You were born and
you stayed for a while.
Then the wind blew,
and you went with it.

When the heart feels broken

              Even the slightest crack

Will cause someone to yearn for one last breath

              Only one...

If we dont allow things to grow
They'll lither away and **die

Are you happy now?*
You've yelled at me all day
You put into me mind
That I am worthless
Ugly
A mistake
And that I do everything wrong
You've won
And I've lost as always
My apologies for be a terrible daughter