as she walks in the door knowing her intentions and knowing the meaning of the scars on her arms, knowing the truths, the lies, the fights, she walks in all innocent with a smile painted on her screaming mouth. the words she speaks are no longer her words and the things she means are no longer what she used to mean. her trusting grip and her determind goals have gotten swept up in the rivers of tears flowing down her rougued cheeks. her always-out-to-have-fun attitude has turned into a hiding-herself-in-a-corner, never-knowing-always-guessing, girl who is scared and scarred and drifiting away. her dreams are general scenes of love not to mention her total disbelief in the concept. her longing lips are stained with regret and her always listening ears are shutting peoples fighting-to-save-her arguments out. noone cares so why should she? 
SHE TRIED TO BE WHO YOU WANTED HER TO BE
help me
and it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself and it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else