• Life?
    what does it mean to you?
    A girl who wants to be loved,
    A woman who is decaying,
    One gripping with madness,
    One who doesnt understand,
    Life, What does it mean to you?

    I dont understand alot in this world, as much as I'd like to, but in the end nothing stays the same, I have friends who I will love forever, but I always loose, and each one lost is another piece of me gone. I dont feel like there is much of me left. And now, the only way I can feel like I realy existed, is to write everything down. Every thought, every memory before I fade away.Yet everything I have written I treasure greatly, and am scared to have read, so I hide these treasures away, My Paper Hearts. I hide these treasuers, thus hiding my own heart from the world, am I protecting it? Am I selfish? I desire love, yet I refuse to except it. I tell myself to forget, but I dont allow myself to, I lock away all these thoughts on beautiful pages of white so I dont loose myself. Then, bound in string, first red, then black, then whatever I feel like next, then covered in tape. Black tape. So that I feel safe, so that I feel like none can open my treasure. Yet I wont allow myself to throw them away, so there they sit, screaming truths out at me from their hiding places, things Im scared to remember but too afraid to throw away forever, now this is torture.
    And my only wish is that none will read this becuase this is a secret dear to me, yet I am too afraid to throw away, so I type it here where thousands can see it, tortured by my need to have it, yet not able to hide it from any one, these are the secrets of my life.