I want you to put your hand on the place where my heart once was and kiss me. Not because I want you to feel that there is some part deep inside of me that is still alive, but because I want you to focus on something else besides the taste of the cold rust that my lips have become.

She deserved to have something named after her, that's how special she was. If, for example, sadness had roots attached to a person's heart, they should carry her name. The roots of self-destruction named after a girl with a chest full of soil incapable of growing a seed.

And so we smile a lot hoping that nobody would realize that our smile is just another crack in our broken soul.

I have good teeth, my friend.Which is very useful considering how much I smile when I want to convince people that I am alright.If my teeth were completely rotten, I guess it would be much harder for people to focus on how pretty I am instead of how much I hurt.