The words she writes are beautiful with emotions not on her sleeves, but on her paper. Her feelings scream out loud, but still no one knows all the lies shes been told, and all the scars she used to know. Her heart is broken and so is her mind. Her thoughts consist of things no one should ever find. The life she lives is just a lie. She'd better herself, and everyone else if she were just to die. And if she does, atleast we'll know she had a reason why.