If home is where the heart is, then wherever you are, that's my home.
Look at me. You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.
I'm young and I'm hopeless... I'm lost and I know this... I'm going nowhere fast... that's what they say... I'm troublesome, I've fallen... I'm angry at my Father... it's me against this world and I don't care.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
Sometimes there are things that are worth the chance, and when you find them, everything in the world doesn't matter.
Friends make the bad times good... and the good times unforgettable.
We kiss and it feels like we have just shrugged off the world.
You are my favorite mistake.
A shoulder to cry on, an ear to bend. Money to borrow, and clothes to lend. Friday night hangouts, afternoon walks. Midnight phone calls and private talks. Memories together that will never end, always and forever, you are my best friend.
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.-Anonymous
For someone who is suppose to be "just friends" why do I always get butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me.
In the end, music is your only friend.