ThekillerAnna8D

Living with the pain of loving you, and scared you'll never be mine, but I hide my hurt with a smile, and a giggle. The jealousy is killing me whenever you say her name, it makes me die even more inside. You don't know my pain, but I'll live with it to live with you. You know when I am lying even when I can't stop smiling once I see you. I even tell you I love you in english and japanense. I wish to see you more than I do, even though I turn a blushing red, and I bat my eyelashes like crazy. I just can't get you out of my mind, you're even in my dreams. My feelings for you control my every move, once I see you I jump to attention and I atta

Living life is just so hard. They want you a certian way. They shouldn't care. No matter what anyone says it's our choice. We made our own personalities and they are different from everyone. I just feel like I'm being suffocated and I can't breathe. You need to dress like this, you need to act like that, you need to like him, you should wear your hair like this! WELL I AM FUCKING SICK OF IT!!! Soon I may just end it, and get out of everyone's hair, and no one will have to worry.

. I loved you before, and I love you now, but I tried to stop, as we fought my tears just poured, and poured. I never wanted us to stop talking I couldn't bare to never talk to you again, I can't help my feelings, but I'm in love with you, I had fallen, once we met. I just can't live with the hole, in my chest where my heart used to be, since you now have it. I always tried to forget, but I never could, because I'm in love with you, and only you…

. A young girl sits in a dark, cold, lonely graveyard, as she cries she wishes that she lay among the dead. She says her life is useless, but she wishes that it wasn't she loves life, and she loves God, bit she thinks that life, and God hate her. While she's in the graveyard crying she prays to God. "Please God make my life worth living." Is in her every prayer. While she cries the razor comes out, and slowly drags across her wrist. The warm red fluid runs down her arm. At school she see her love, and he sees her, but he looks away. She goes to her graveyard, and she cries. Again she sees him, and he sees her, he looks away, and again she goe

You say you're smart, cool, and strong. I see past your masks and see fear. We did nothing to you, but you still throw things at us. Why are we your victims? Is it because we are so different? Or another reason, either way you're weak. We will not back down or explode, we know better than that.

Even with a mask of happiness my depression hides. My depression is here but I'd rather it not show. Having the feeling that I'm falling for you makes me cringe with fear of tears or happiness. The tears aren't that bad; it's the happiness that's worse, because it'll stay for awhile then the tears start to pour.