She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried. And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside. If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the girl is really me...



Just because Her eyes dont tear doesnt mean her heart doesnt cry And just becuase she comes off strong doesnt mean theres nothing wrong. Another poem .another line . Another girl pretending shes fine. 


Theres a wild side to every innocent face.

In order to be someone you must first be yourself.