marisz

                                      Tears can dry,                                      Cuts can heal,                               Your sun burn will fade,                           But your heart will remember.                   Remember every little detail of that pain,                Every moment you wished you were dead,                       Every little thought of suiside,                                     Every fall,                                     Every time,                                     Every tear,                                     And it hurts.            Hurts more then a hundred knifes stab