When the night comes,
We'll turn on our disco lamp,
We can dance or slow dance,
We can do whatever we want,
Or we can lie down on our backs
And let the lights take our sorrows away.

To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

Lately
I've been getting paper cuts
on a daily basis.

It reminds me of
your words
&
my heart.

I know that it's night-time
but it's too dark
all I can hear is the sound of people breathing
and yet I still feel so alone
but it's alright
I'm fine
as long as you're here in my mind
I know I'll get some sleep tonight.
So goodnight.