The Way She Feels

She bared these scars for many reasons. For her family, for her friends, for every mean word said, every accusion, for love. It became an addiction to her. To run home and find that point, to skim it across the surface, that flush of pink and sea of red. She thought it was the only thing she had contro over. But she didn't.. Then he saved her. Taught her how to love and to see though the pain. Showed her to sya how she felt. He would still there silently as she cried on the phone wanting to take out that little blade. What he'd never know is he taught her how to stop.
He Wrote
Love On
Her Arms
A true story written to support:
To Write Love On Her Arms


Shes upset,
Bad day.
Heads for the dresser drawer to,
Drive her pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it theres nothing there
Is only left over tears.
Mom and dad had no right she screams,
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries,
All alone the way she feels.
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief,
Bite the lip just forget the bleeding.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Curled up shes on the floor,
Relief left her she had hoped for something more,
From it, hoped for something more, From it.
He leans down to comfort her,
She is weeping and He
Wraps His arms around
And around and around and...
The deeper you cut,
The deeper I hurt,
The deeper you cut,
It only gets worse.
Now shes slowly opening...
New eyes...
Then she opened her eyes,
And found relief through His life.
And put down her knives.
Then she opened her life,
And found relief through His eyes,
And put down, She put down her life
-- Between The Trees<3

One Week

So tell me, what is the point? Why do I still hold on to these feelings. Why do I let him silently kill me, while I'm screaming for help in a language no one can understand. What is the point? Why do I let him make me cry? How come when I'm laying in bed at night all I want is to be in his arms mending my broken heart, when he's the one breaking it anyway. Why do I let myself think of you when his arms are around me. Why do i trust you with the most fragile thing I own. My heart.

-- source unknown





Its been one week since you looked at meCocked your head to the side and said Im angry.Five days since you laughed at meSaying get that together come back and see me.Three days since the living roomI realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell youYesterday youd forgiven meBut itll still be two days till I say Im sorry-- Barenaked Ladies<3