To her father , she's the happy little girl she always was. To her mother, she's the lazy bad girl she always was. To her brother, she's the annoying little brat that wouldn't leave him alone. To her friends, she was the shy girl who was afraid to talk. To her bestfriend, she's was the crazy out going girl who was always by her side. To her boyfriend, she was the most beautiful girl that he could ever love and call mine. To her teachers, she was the down to earth straight A student To herself, she was the worthless girl that nobody loves. The girl that nobody will cry for. The girl who was a shattered mirror that was a banded. The girl who wanted to take her life away in a flash. my quote
I know him as my Crush He known as my Prince Charming in my dreams I look at him as my Romeo but when he's gone. He'll be the Dark Knight I know him as He'll be the Monster of my dreams He'll be the Murder of my heart He'll be the Thief, that took the colours out of my world. My Quote
Your her reason she smiles, for every text she gets. Your her reason she poors, her feelings on to paper. Your her reason she makes herself perfect, because she wants to be the perfect girl that you call But your the reason she's scared to love again. She's scared to be played, she wants to be loved She has the stories, she wants you to understand and treat her right. She has scars, that she wants you to kiss and tell her shes perfect to you. my quote
Would you still love me if i was a girl with depression? Would you still love me if i was a girl who cries herself to sleep? Would you still love me if i was a girl with eating disorders? Would you still love me if i was a girl who was beaten by the people she loves? Would you still love me if i was a girl that kill herself in her dreams? Would you still love me if i was a girl with scars? Would you love me? my quote
SHE is laying in the bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the light's off. The Notebook is in the DVD player. An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to a dozen of crumpled tissues. She's got her music blasting, so loud no one can hear her sobs. Her fingertips are smudged with black from wiping away mascara-stained tears. She's replaying their last conversation, thinking I'll never get him back. HE is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the light's off. Call of Duty is in the xbox. The controller is laying on the floor, right beneath the spot where he nearly punched the wall in his own frustration. He's got the music blasting so loud, so nobody can hear his cries. His hair's mess from running his hands through it. And he's replaying their last conversation, thinking she'll never take me back.
Remember the day when you met your bestfriend? Remember the happy memories with your bestfriend? Remember the sad memories with your bestfriend? I hope you still remember Even though he/she is not your bestfriend anymore, He/she is still a part of your, LIFE.