I cant help that im broken inside. After all im sure you had a hand in my fall.
I never let you see just how much you hurt me.
I crieed tears that made my pillow cold at night.
I colored on my skin with silver crayons, that left ony red behind.
I ran my fingers over the old marks the crayon had left behind.
I got flash backs of reasons for every one.
I cringed at the images that flew through my mind, and punctured my heart.
I turned up the music to drown it all out.
I drew the lines to ease the pain, when my tears could'nt expell it fast enogh.
Im not saying im proud of what ive done.
I dont want a ribbon, or golden star.
All im saying is...
When you feel as though you have no one, it makes you feel like you have someone.
