Mirror Mirror. (In a way this is my diary. Enjoy) Why so harsh? Please, let me forget the past. I know I'm bad, I shouldn't have ate. Please don't go, you're my mate. I'm sorry I'm so happy. I know I should be sad. Please! Don't get mad! A silver blade, against a wrist. Tears fall down, to lips. Unkissed. She's not the kind you'll come to miss..... 4th April 2013 I feel alone and like no one understands me. I just feel left out from everyone, I feel that they don't care. They just feel sorry for me. They want me gone, out of the way. I'm just: That fat friend Third wheel The person with money The person who's sat alone. I hate going out now. I really do, I just feel the eyes of judgement watching me. My entire #life is just a continues cycle of me convincing myself that yeh, this is possible. I can be happy again, and then snapping back into reality and believing the truth again. I'm getting bad again. And everyone's turned away, that's why I'm so dependant on him. I need somebody to help me. I have nobody. But after feeling sad and empty for so long. I just am used to the pain. I'm used to the judgement, words, actions. Everything. I'm tired of thinking. I am lost. Alone. Withered. I am a shell. I used to have an owner. But that person has gone. Within the deepest darkest corners, monsters rise. That monster is not under your bed. It's inside your head.

The Weapon Known As Words. Einstein said imagination is more powerful than knowledge. Though, now a days thoughts can be dangerous. Beauty is just a perception, chemical impulses firing up in the brain. Our thoughts, inspired by our senses, educated by society are caught up in idealism. Through reason and rationality, society allow our minds to perceive false reality... That perfection is achievable, and the means to a happy #life. The sanctity of the human #life is lost through the means of profit, like leaves falling from a tree, figure once covered by beauty that glistened in the summer sun... Now naked and withered, so is our society. Little by little it is falling a part, as it promotes the "perfect" image. Through the use of media, science and technology. Revealing an underworld of children lost alone and cold. As the warmth of love is falling.