She's the one who makes others feel better.
her heart seemed to come to a slow pitter.

Nobody noticed the fake smiles and hidden scars.
covering her arms and hiding her feelings she looks to the stars.

How could someone so perfect learn to hate her own guts.
despite all of the many cuts, she is beautiful.

But as she was falling into the fade.
A boy came and fell as well, he fell as her hearts aid.

Once he left he tore a piece away from her heart.
Now she sits low, trying not to let herself scatter apart.

She just couldn't take the pain inside, she didn't want the monster.
she grabbed her razor and ripped and cut till she finally felt numb enough that the monster was gone.

But the monster ended up being her own emotional mind.
She dug into her arm while she was just a little blind.

Sitting all alone at night,
Staring at the moon,
Playing sad melodies,
And my heart following the tune,

When suddenly a person appeared,
And asked:
" Who exactly are you?"
My answer was just of three words,
I am Pain...

I can hear the voices.
That make me question all my choices.

If a heart is broken..
Is it just a lose of a token?

Are we really living?
Or are we just believing, Believing in the false thought that this world is glorious.

When we are high
do we see eye to eye?

If drugs are illegal.. why cant the government tell us why?
is it because it shows us the real world instead of the image that will die?

The mind is a tricky thing.
It does nothing but ring.
ringing its bells of Screams!

Why do we question, is it because we want more or is it just the fact that we start to feel our dreams fade?
Is this all just a rade?

Inside the mind.
There we find the secrets behind.
We have the wish that this all could be divine.

Why do they call crushes crush?

I walk by you and start to blush

You smile at me and I think I died inside

I realize you smiled at her and I start to cry

Meaning of crush is they crush your heart

They mess with your feelings, tear you apart