I'm sorry you have to  hear me complain about my life
I'm sorry that I'm not a silent person
I'm sorry I speak my mind
but if you truly care
if you really are my friends, you would listen

I'm braking and I need help
trying not to cut again
but it's getting harder to deal with the pain

the drama,
the names I get called,
my own mother makes me feel worthless
but no one helps me
I try to stay strong
but I can only try for so long

There is beauty in light, but light itself is not as safe as sound. Sound gets into places that light cannot reach. The only light that will shine everywhere for you, it is your smiley.