Tears are said to taste salty,
But I would never know,
For I wipe them briskly away,
So they'll never show.

Love is supposed to be healthy,
And give you all that you need;
Not stab you where it hurts,
And make your heart bleed.

Voices are of encourgement,
To boost up your day;
But now, all they do is spread rumors,
And no one knows what to say.

Nothing is right anymore,
And this world has turned to hell,
No one is safe here,
And even God isn't left to tell.

You're something exquiste,
Unique and different.
You have opened my eyes,
to the unfair world we call our lives.
Late night talks about our forevers,
but seperate.
It could never be.
You're Romeo, I'm Juliet,
it is forbidden and in the end, we'd only be committing suicide.
But you have my name,
you have my trust,
you have my interests....
Most importantly, you have my heart, if only  a piece of it.
You have my soul.


You Have My Name.

In the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep,
I let myself cry, and I let myself think.

Daddys are suppose to remember when their daughters turn 13...14....and 15.

And Mommys aren't suppose to be sick and ill.

Best friends are suppose to be forever and never let you down.

Love is suppose to make you happy, not second guess everything.

And so, as I lie on my bed, in this dark, dark room,
I let myself cry, for all of my life's woes.

I try to be silent and not wake anyone up, but it's so hard, don't you know, when you're all choked up.

I want to cry myself a river.

I want to cry myself a river and float away.

Cry me a river and drown my sorrows with each tear that falls.

Drown myself in a River of Tears.

Nothing helps my dear,
Nothing can stop the flow of my tears.

My life is perfect and I should be so grateful,
And I know that I'm selfish for feeling weak and unable,

To deal with the pains and heartaches of life,
Yet too afraid to pick up the knife...

I want relief and I want to be calm,
I want to be strong and move along.

But, you know, it's better said than done,
Especially when you're the one who's holding the gun.....but can't seem to pull the trigger.

Friend: Hey!

Me: Hey!

Friend: How are you?

Me: I'm great! I'm happy...I think.

Friend: You think?

Me: Yea, like sometimes I think I'm really happy...and then other times, I'm not sure if it's all just a mask.

Friend: I understand completely. If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here.

Me: Thanks. :)

Friend: You're welcome. :)