"It's not a skill, it's a fight for life" she said under her breathe.
As she remembers wars in her brain that tempt her with death.

"It won't be long, C'mon, just do it. Show those fags who the hell you are. It's just you and me, and those pills, you won't have to go far."

"Who says it won't get better? Wait till tomorrow, see, you'll assure those kids that they're right, and you'll have the sorrow."

Fight for it.
Die for it.
Soon it will be all clear, maybe a compromise, until that time. Trust me, there'll be no fear.
Such a pretty thing,
shines and sings, and yet it smells of death.
Blood stained blades, we don't feel a thing, but the scars show that we do.

IN the mirror,
It all seems clear
we don't want to be oursleves,
we don't want our fears,

but it's easy to HATE you,
For whatever we've done.
We don't mean to hurt you,
And I don't mean to hurt.

IN the mirror, we're closer than we appear,
I'm on the edge, go away, just disappear.
Our heads hang low,
gotta get out of the mirror.

Fight for it.
Die for it.
Soon it will be all clear, maybe a compromise, until that time. Trust me, there'll be no fear.
Such a pretty thing,
shines and sings, and yet it smells of death.
Blood stained blades, we don't feel a thing, but the scars show that we do.

This is your world. Look what you've done.
watch it burn away in the sun.
you're destroying it..and tearing it apart.
it's all you fault.

(hurt and) it won't get better.

(the razor, the mirror) time for the next round.

(Thank you.) please poison my world.

(And all you) you're high off your lies you feed this girl.

Lay, be, and let die.
Welcome to wastelandm water risen, wars, risen, emotion rising.
STOP the rising.
and fall downnnnn
because we are not one,
please keep it under, don't let it rise..the sun

Fight for it.
Die for it.
Soon it will be all clear, maybe a compromise, until that time. Trust me, there'll be no fear.
Such a pretty thing,
shines and sings, and yet it smells of death.
Blood stained blades, we don't feel a thing, but the scars show that we do.

HATE EMO?
READ THIS:

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

KEEP ON LAUGHING

isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

KEEP ON LAUGHING.

if you agree put this on ur bebo.

Time has run out, for me.
Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe.
It's so hard, lost in the world confusion.
And I need to leave, for a while.
Life is so meaningless, there is nothing worth a smile.
So goodbye, I'll miss you.

And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.
Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.
And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.

It's been the years, of abuse.
Neglected to treat the disorder,
That controls my youth, for so long.
I'm in a fleshy tomb, buried up above the ground.
It's no use, why should I hold on?
It's been five years, don't need one more.
So goodbye, life's abuse.

And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.
Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.
And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.

(Every 18 minutes, somebody dies from a suicide.
Every 43 seconds, somebody attempts one.
If you, or anybody you know, is suicidle,
Call 1-800-784-2433.)

And I'm sorry, but this my fate.
Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.
And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.