You know it's gotten bad when you only feeling beautiful when you cry.
A smile means nothing to the darkness inside.
They want to break you but they don't realize your already gone.
There is nothing more gorgeous then a tear leaving your crystal blue eye.
Don't even fight it just cry.
As you feel a tear streaming down your rosy porcelain cheek,
look in the mirror and see what everyone else wants to see.
Your lip may tremble and your heart may stop.
Just stare into your eyes look into your soul and try to find who you are.
At least that's what I do. But then again I am broken. What do I know?