and thats how we all feel sometimes.

when we've been torn apart, so bad, that even after you sew back the pieces, parts of you cant be mended anymore. tongue so sharp, ready to hurt but pierced down, so you cant say the words you wish you had. sharp teeth ready, aching to attack, but too short to defend. eyes bleeding, cos the tears have all run out. all the fights pierced into your brain, like sharp rusty nails that dont go away. tied down to something so explosive, knowing that you should really get away, but you cant seem to cut the strings that tie you down and make you stay.

even the make-up and the pretty clothes dont help. even the long fake eye-lashes dont disguise the pain inside.

how pretty can you be, when you're so unpretty inside?

yes, we've all felt that way before.