We all want to hear the truth, but how mush of what we are hearing is the truth? The truth is based off the thoughts, poems, prayers/wishes, and stories of a teen with a passion to make everyone else happy. She has trouble with pleasing herself or feeling happiness with that matter. This is her. This is me. I'm...well I'm alone. Or at least I feel it. I cut when I'm alone and I cry when I cut and when I cry I say I'm fine through mutters. So let me just say I'm fine.