He gives me the feeling, that I’m not just some girl.
I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love. I hate thinking about reality and I'm so homesick that it's not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way, maybe it's more like heartsick for all the things that I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself, I guess I'm just a cliche. The girl who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I don't want to be the heroine in some tragic love story.
&& she still smiles because that's who she is...
And here is my promise to you. I will love you. I will love you every second, of every day, for the rest of my life. I will always be here for you. Our mistakes are in the past, and all that matters is here and now, I love you. Ihope you still love me too
Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
I’m so ugly.
I’ll never get HIM.
What was I thinking?
Why was I even trying?
Don’t eat that, YOU’RE FAT!
Not skinny enough.
Life would be so much better
If you were like HER…
She’s been hurt many times before this.
You’d think it would be routine by now.
You’d think she wouldn’t let it get to her.
But the truth is, she trusted you.
So she keeps all her secrets and hides from her past ;;
because everything she loved left her way too fast..
I was happiest with you. Now, I’m only lying to myself.
& I hope it kills you inside to think of me…
She strikes a pose but she dies inside; nobody knows that she’s a beautiful suicide…
Starve my pain away, make me b e a u t i f u l, make everything ok, turn my problems into bone, crush them up, gather the remains, blow away the dust…
