every day i go into my mirror, **** in my stomach and pretend i'm a professional dancer, then i realize i'm too overweight.

i care too much about everything

i wish i could commit suicide, then i get sad when i find something to live for

there's something deep behind everything i say

i can't stand complements

i don't ever say i have bulimia, because it sounds like a disease, i am bulimic i didn't catch bulimia

the reason i don't like compliments is because i don't think i deserve them

another thing is i don't see the point in praising a being on not being human (long story)

i don't trust people just because they're human
most people think there is a deep reason
i just don't

i don't like when people think there is something deep to something that is just simple

i hate when everybody believes a lie i told and thinks too much of the truth (they don't even know the lie was a lie, they just do it)

i might be the only person in the world who never has deep moments while it rains

i choreograph better than i dance

everybody loves my singing voice yet i hate it

i wish nobody existed but animals so they could live in peace

i wish i lived in an abusive home so i could stop being in between.

Its those who have been through the hardest of times that I see create the most beauty..  I cannot imagine what you have been through..  But for you to create another universe means that you have gone through hell below hell..  And some how you have made it back.. Please welcome me to your creation..  Dear God she truly is a prayer..  One of the most least understood..  And she is happy.. Seeing her happy helps me create another heaven..

The day that you left me, oh what did I do that was wrong?
left me pregnant for another lady now it's time for me to be strong.

Carrying our child I'm feeling awfully scared,
you've walked out on us you've never really cared.

Counting down the days until our child is born,
my world has collided my heart you have torn.

What do I do now? How will I get over you?
don't want to believe these rumours, even though I know they're true.

Our son arrives your nowhere in sight,
I cradle our baby bring him close to me tight.

Suddenly they rush him away,
i cry in my pillow with each thought that I pray.

The doctors return a few hours later,
our baby didn't survive in the little incubator.

Shocked I can't breathe my mind is a blur,
angry by the thought of you being with her.

The day that you left my world was washed away,
wondering if our baby would be here, if I knew how to make you stay.
I

I would like to see who will stay when i offer them nothing and who will stay when i offer them everything.

Tricky. Yes.

But it's the only way to test people's loyalty when we have nothing and the other way around.