Thursday, June 04, 2009
Last blogged @ 2:49 PM

I didn't wan to admit it, it was easier to lie, and hide the hurt and emptiness, to smile instead of cry. Not all scare shown, not all wound heal, sometimes you can't always see, the pain someone feels. I'm tired of tryinq, and sick of cryinq, yeah i'm smilinq, inside i'm dyinq. The qreat feelinq i used to have aren't there, and for the 1st time in so lonq, i really don't bother to care. The scars on my wrist, do prove that ppl like me do exist. I wish i saved all the tears i cried for you, so i could drown myself in them.