Each time the blade touches skin
No one can win
The person has given in
And people see it as sin
But behind each scare there is a meaning
Maybe trying to explain ones being
Not everyone is seeing
That the reason the scars are on the arms
Is because they have been dealt harm
So the next time you discriminate
Or humiliate
Think of what you will do to that person
Because they will never be able to win

i've been joyful for the past 4 months... i haven't even had one sad moment....
but all of a sudden i look back at how my family is torn apart, how i changed so much..
how much weight i gained.. how faded my scars are, and i kinda miss the way i fell....

I would never imagine that i could miss something that bad this much..

She was confused about life
But not the beauty it held

I haven't found peace
And I'm guessing I should
Like it is fundamental for my journey
Yet my journey has come to a halt
Well at least part of it
Like I'm in one car going at the speed of light
While I'm in car that has stopped moving because it broke down and a guy named Joe refuses to fix it, even though he has all the spanners and whatnots

So while one me is almost at the destination
The other me is hopelessly lost