laughter may be the best medician but hugs are the best bandaid.

the mind and the heart to things that can easily be torn apart yet still work in harmony to make ends meet

every body thinks im this cheerful littel person with a wonderful smile but the truth is i hide behind that smile all of my pain suffering and sorrows they hide behind that smile nobody knows how i truly feel nobody can see the damage inside of me or the tears i shead before i go to bed or the bruises i cause or hear the voices in my head that telll me im not worth it nobody can see the real me not evan the ones who i love so mutch

my heart tho now it may be shattered torn an withered there was once a time when it was full of love instead of hatred it was trusting instead of questioning but tho tho's times are long gone there shall always be that spot in my sad pitiful littel heart that still calls your name and a spot in my brain that still wishes and dreams that i could hold you in my arms and look into your bright eyes and tell you i love you.

the begining and the end two sides witch shall never make a mends one of light an one of dark but yet both pure at heart

happiness it can come so easily but once its gone its so hard to get back so why do we risk everyday our happiness why do we risk being put through hell an back just to feel normal once its gone why do we cause so much pain dose it realy help this is a question im constantly asking will it help if have real pain instead of mental will that rope or that razzor realy help will the dry wall withstand my anger and my emotions