Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

Why? Why do I feel so gone? I am now so distant I just don't belong. Now I'm ripped away from existence. I've become so transparent that I lost all substance. Sitting nowhere, breathing fake air. We don't feel anymore, so we can't care. Its about time I clear my throat. Let the hellish screams out till I begin to float. I'd run a million miles from here, just to get out of this cage and escape from fear. You know you're screwed when you crave pain, you wanna bleed all throughout your brain. The blood in my veins is proof of life. I'm not sure if its there, so I reveal it with a knife. Not me any more, don't know myself. Prisoner in my own skin, I no longer comprehend health. It's all in the family they used to say. It's all in the family so it must be ok. They hurt and rape her, they slash and tear her, they kill and torture, they love the terror. We are our own army so lets retaliate. Fight, destroy, show them real hate. Look at the fire in her eyes. That roaring beast never hides. She lost all she ever had. Blood seeps through her skin cause it hurts so bad. Her shattered heart pounds against her breast, scattered pieces cutting holes in her chest. Slowly she fades as she quickly she drowns. Covered in guilt, sequestered from sounds. Tilting on the edge, about to fall off. Her mind is so lacerated it has become leathery and soft

Way do I have to live on when no one cares about me and won't care if I die I'm like a pics of trash to people that I could just be thrown away no one cares for me so why do I live on knowing that if I die no one will cry for me of give a crap I hate my life and every thing In it I wish this pain I have could disappear and I could be seen for who I am and not for what I look like or for what I do I'm a human being no a animal that could be giving away to a new owner why am I the only one who suffers throw this pain why is it always me why I ask why me i should just throw my life away no one would care if I'm gone no one would even notice that I'm gone and no on would care because I'm not loved or cared for no one likes me mo one cares for me I'm like a ghost but I'm a live it is like I'm a shadow that no one sees :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

I didn't want to admit it. It was easier to lie. Hide the hurt and emptiness to smile instead of cry.

Sick of crying tired of trying Yeah i am smiling But inside i m Dying.

Days go bye and my life still has not change but some times I have hope that my life will change someday

Our scars have the power to remind us that r past was real

I come to a point were nothing matters to me anymore the things I used to care about ant worth fighting for

Why do people not see the sad nice in my eyes just because i smile do not mean I'm ok people look at me and see me smiling but when I'm alone I cry because I will always be alone and I don't think that a girl like me should go throw that so why should I I'm not like throws kids who have lives I will always be alone and I just know it.

This is me as a model