A knife in the heart, with the tears turning to blood. The cries escaping my mouth are like empty screams. No-one helping me become better, the scars are unable to be covered. The fake smiles no longer working. My voice is shaky as I speak to you, the memories like lightning flashing before my eyes. Alone as I wither up, like a dried flower laying in my pain. My world is slowly cracking like glass, eventually causing everyone to see the truth. You walk by so I slowly smile, to make you think I'm ok, but the truth is I'm dying inside. *wrote Feb.25,2000*