About < There’s this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she’s looking back at me I can tell...she’s hurting inside.
< It’s getting colder now and the darkness consumes me. Depression is slowly creeping up. Maybe one day you’ll actually care about me.
< Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It’s just some people hide it better than others.
< 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