Name: Elizabeth
Nicknames: Liz or Lizzie
Favorite Book: Evermore by Alyson Noel
Favorite Mangas: Deathnote and Ouran Highschool Host Club
Favorite Show: American Idol
Favorite Anime: Naruto
Favorite Movie: Titanic or Twilight
Favorite songs: Concrete Angel by Martina Mcbridge, Independence Day by Martina Mcbridge, Gods Will by Martina Mcbridge, Most Jonas Brothers songs, My Heart Will go on by Celine Dion, songs by Evanescence, an many Japanese songs
Short description of my self: Smart, creative, stubborn, impatient, and a little naive. All words that seem to describe me and the way I am, as I'm very smart and I love school and reading and writing to. I'm very creative when it comes to my stories, my poems, my songs, and everything else I seem to do and it's never really about the same thing either. I'm very stubborn, or at least that's what people tell me and I have no patients what so ever. So that's a bit about, or at least as much as I feel like writing.
Favotite Quotes: she may seem so perfect but behind it all..shes just an accident waiting to happen

this is where the hurting starts & the nightmare begins.

the girl who always looks sad but claims she’s fine.
the girl who puts sad away messages up everyday.
the girl who when she sees you, smiles a half a smile.
the girl who always has time to listen to you vent and is willing to give her opinion to help you in anyway that she can.
the girl who cares about helping everyone but herself.
the girl who cries every night before she goes to sleep.
the girl who pretends that she’s okay while she's dying inside.
the girl who says she’s happy for you when you get a new girlfriend while jealousy is raging inside her.
the girl who hugs you when you’re down but secretly wishes she could hug you forever.
the girl who tries to look beautiful even though she knows she’s not.
the girl who says that she’ll always be there for you & means it.
that’s me that is the story of my life

& yet she still sits there smiling;;
regardless of all the fake friends.
the dreams that were broken.
regardless of the guys she loved
and the hearts that were broken.

I know how it feels
to sit on the edge of your bed
head in your hands
wishing it would all just end...

grave digger, when you dig my grave.. will you make it shallow, so that i can feel the rain

Not even make up could make her
beautiful... Because real beauty
comes from loving yourself and
that's something she can never do

she's just the typical teenage girl..
angry, insecure, confused.
i'd tell her that things will be okay..
but i don't want to lie to her

The girl who seemed unbreakable--broke
The girl who seemed so strong--crumbled
The girl who always laughed it off--cried
the girl who would never stop trying--Finally gave up

Have you ever felt so alone and nothing makes sense? Well that's how I feel right now I feel like I'm facing everything by myself, with nothing but tears and a fake smile.

I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of yelling. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I'm tired of missing things. I'm tired of missing people. I'm tired of remembering. I'm tired of wishing I could start all over. I'm tired of not being able to just let go. I'm tired of faking it. I'm tired of being different. I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of needing help. I'm tired of always wondering when God is finally going to let me be happy. Most of all, I'm just I'm tired of being tired.

The cracks in the concrete remind that no matter how strong you are, you will always fall apart at some point in your life.

I can’t stand it when people ask me what’s wrong...cause in life...something is ALWAYS wrong. It’s like there's no need to ask anymore. But somehow...my friends just keep on asking. I guess that is a sign that they really do care about me...it just doesn't seem like it right now.

Do you think its easy being me? Do you think its easy putting on the act that I do everyday? I smile when all I want to do is cry... I laugh when all I want to do is die.. I want to tell everyone how my world falls apart each night when I am laying in bed with tears in my eyes, pleading with god to help me. I want to let everyone know what it is like to be me, pretending to be happy... pretending to like myself, If it was up to me, I wouldn't be pretending, I would actually be happy... Too bad its not.

Sometimes I feel like nobody has held me down and forced me to cry, or made me hug them, or seen the inside of me. I just say "Oh I'm fine" and walk away. Nobody's ever said to me "No, you're not”

When you asked me what was wrong I said “nothing”……. After you left I whispered everything.

If you look inside a girls heart, you'd see how much she really cries. You'll find secrets hidden, best friends and lies, but what you'll see the most is how hard it is to stay strong when nothings right and everything is wrong.

just because her eyes don't tear
d o e s n ' t , mean her heart ; ;
doesn't cry . & just because she
comes off strong doesn't mean
there's nothing w r o n g ' x3

she finally let go of her fake smile as the tears slowly rolled down her face as she whispered to herself "i don't wanna be me"

Dont use excuses.. dont ask why
its just a breakdown.. happens all the time..
so get out of my face - dont even try..
you wanna help me? .. just let me cry

Have you ever just sat there & thought..
why?..
why did God put me here?
why do people hate?
why my life turned out this way?
why do people want to kill themselves?
why do i want to kill myself?
why my life is falling apart?
why do people love you & then hate you?
why you care so much about what other people think?
why did I turn out the way i did?

start to breathe and fake a smile.. it's all the same after awhile.

She smiles with all she has left
yet her tears are left undried,
though she has so much to say
she bottles it up inside.
If you look past her broken eyes
to a shadow no one sees,
a disguise so you won’t recognize
that girl is really me.

Walk a mile in my shoes.. You’ll fall the first step

Another poem, another line, another girl pretending she's fine,
Another hour, another day, she wishes she could get away, Another heartbreak, another tear, another excuse she doesn't wanna hear
Another paper, another pen, she writes she wants to be strong again,
Another story, another lie, another night that she will cry,
Another band, another song, another days passed, slowly gone,
Another scream, another doubt, ''Kick me while I'm down'' to him she'd shout
Another forced smile, another broken heart, Just another girl wishing life would restart...

~Believe~ I believe in mermaids, in fairies, in second chances, and I believe fairy dust can make u fly. I believe there is a place over the rainbow, where clouds are made of cotton candy. Where the grass bows and whispers. Where the flowers are everywhere and cover the world. Where there is no such thing as war, violence, and drugs. I believe~

A Broken Mirror, A Bleeding Fist
A silver Blade Against A Wrist
Tears Falling Down To Lips Unkissed
Ignore Her And She Won't Exist
She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss

"& she paints on that old fake smile & pretends everything is okay,pretends she never loved you & she doesn’t care, but in her mind she’s thinking 'if I could just have 1 more day I’d never let you go again' she looks down at her scared arm, 'love just isn’t worth it'"

"I walked through the hallway holding my wrists, hoping no one will see me like this. He looks at me, scared what he'll find. He never thought I had these things in mind. He asks me, "...is there any more?" Looking at him with tears in my eyes I whisper a simple reply,...'ever wonder what bracelets were for'..?"