She's eighteen
Much too young to know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they weren't no stranger to the touch
And she liked it way too much so far away, by Mayday Parade
I've been called.... Slut. Whore. Bitch. Perverted. Stupid. Useless. Unwanted. Annoying. And ... A Nobody. What If I leave and don't come back.? Thankfully I did. Words hurt you know. Even if the person doesn't looked affected by it. I look happy don't I ^~^ But it's all an act. I put on a fake smile so others stay happy I guess >.> I can stop talking, smiling, yelling, and even breathing whenecer I wanted to. But I know I'm stronger than that. You might not know you are but some people when they try to o.d or hang themselves. They can't because they're stronger than what they think.I'm here if you need me.