Bottled up emotions never hurt anyone...or that's what I had always thought. Living in my "CandyLand" I was the girl who didnt know what it was like to hurt. I guess it came back to bite me in the ass because now all I feel is hurt. Pain and anguish, heartbreak and blood. Does anybody else know what it's like? What's it's like to be like this....to be alone and foresaken...to feel as if no one will ever care? 

Broken glass shattered and thrown across the floor. Picking up pieces one by one only to break the skin that lies on my arm. Thinking that I'm the clever one, I show off the bloody decorations all over my body and suddenly I'm caught. Caught with the knife, the blade, the glass...the blood.  Will anyone ever realize that its just what I do, it's who I am, it's what I feel. They don't understand. They can't know what it's like to be alone, with no one in the world. It's my feeling, it's mine.