So sick of getting discouraged by the way my own hands write lies for no body but my eyes alone to see. I do not create metaphors in the way I speak for interpreters to breathe, I only bleed to feel. I want to be whole again.

The saddest thing ever written about a girl and her words are the ones written to rid the ink on her quill.
- from stained hands and a broken heart

At least if I stand in your shadow mine won't scare me.

wish I were a book so id at least have a spine

Please tell me why my eyes feel hollow and my cheeks are sunken in.  

Don't tell me I told you so because I already know and I won't say I'm sorry because I would do it over again a thousand times.