Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror.
St times, I convince myself that no one would miss me if I were gone.
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep to myself
I cry for no reason, and I have trouble figuring out the way i'm supposed to function, when my mind is such a scary place.
But-
I got out of bed this morning, and that's a start to getting better.
:)

A hole in her tender heart
An ache in her soul
Whose heart is that
I think I know
The owner is quite sad though
How can I mend that heart
Whose Heart Is kind ,melt and deep
Now stabbed,lied and cheated on
I guess it must be loved
So strong until her heart
Reach eternal bliss
So the hole in her heart
And the ache in her soul
Will fade