Mascara-Bleeds

" "She's still unconscious, but go ahead, go right in." "Okay, thank you" She paces forward to the door, reaching forward to open it, hoping her daughter is conscious, to see her awake or smiling. She opened the door and shut it behind her. There was no surprise, her daughter was still in a coma, she was not awake, there were no smiles, only bruises and cuts from an accident that no one knew about, except her daughter. "Aiden?" "I dont know if you can hear me, but you can make it through this. I know you can. I need you to, I need to know what happened to you Aiden. I love you. You can fight this. Please" Beginning to sob she continues,

If only he knew. Yes, He is gay, but that doesnt mean, I cant have feelings for him. If only he knew, He knew I did like him. If only he knew, It was more than that. Now, He wont talk to me, I said I was sorry, Yet still, He doesnt know. Now. Those Feelings have come to pass

Look at her, Painted up Pretty, Just a Doll. Look at those eyes. Fragile, But What could hurt, Just a Doll. Play With Her, Painted up Pretty, Even China Dolls have hearts, Painted up Pretty, They Break, Painted up Pretty, And Can be put back together, Yours Can't. Painted Up Pretty, Just a Doll, But Even China Dolls, Can Break Hearts.

The Broken Pieces of Cinderella For each day of trying to please you, a small piece of me dies. You're killing me, don't you see? I love you still. I try to prove you wrong. I care, I love you. Still, you kill me. Another piece of me is gone. When will I ever be good enough? What happens when I run out of pieces? Will you love me then? Or will I still be your Cinderella?