Will I be,
A prima ballerina,
Will I get that far,
By 19?
Will the world be my stage,
Will I dance every day,
Will I be strong.
Will my feet be blistered,
From the point shoes?
While the lights from the stage,
Warm my dead soul.

Will I be,

A prima ballerina.

We faked till we fought,
Then we fought and we fought.
We broke,
Trust.

It happens to the best of us.

shatter the mirror,
burn the rope,
bury knife,
get rid of the note.
remember your incredible individuality,
not that one idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about,
keep away from the blade,
throw it away,
you're fine,
just breath,
you'll be alright.

take it from a stranger,
who started at the bottom,
alone, afraid,
i won't even mention friends,
but now here i am happier then I've ever been,
please keep on fighting,
no matter how hard,

maybe one day, you'll be where I've found myself,
crawl out of the pit,
you might have just dug yourself.

"Do not confuse loneliness for love my dear,
Because one day,
You will mean a great deal to someone,
And they will not mean anything to you".