• I'm a bipolar, spoiled b***h, just wanting something more.
    I was an empty, tortured soul, down to the very core.

    No more kicking down doors.
    No more shattering mirrors.
    I'm proud of my problems, not of my fears.

    At least I know who I am, unlike the person you hide.
    I'm proud to say that I'm a survivor, and that I will continue to survive.

    I'll never live up to your standards.
    Hell, I don't think I'll live up to my own.

    But as the years go on, my memories fade.
    This pain will be forgotten, a fresh start will be made.