Smoke You stand infront of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirors. You said you'd never leave, that you would care for us forever, but now you claim you cannot stay? That you've been called away. When you go, who will i turn to when it all crashes down? Tell me who. Then tell me, how I can believe anone again, if all your promises have been lies.

Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to be beautiful. To him. For him. I didn't care how anybody else saw me. Only Ethan.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.