This is me Samantha ann wood and even though i might look ok I’m not i just want someone to love and to love me back

Sometimes I wonder what stuff in life I would gain, if I wasn’t always in pain, if my smile was real, if I let my heart open up and feel, but instead I close it all up, let  the smoke fill my lungs and the alcohol burn my thoughts, I do anything to make the horrible memories stop ,but they only get worse, as those thoughts sneak there way in my brain, the ones to vein ,and their calling name, samantha, just do it take the blade and puncture your vein, dig down deep, and let the blood seep into the sheets .  I’m laying on my bed tears staining my cheeks ,wondering what did I do to deserve this , knowing the feeling of pure bliss ,but knowing there are people who don’t understand, there are people who say its a search for attenchen  .not knowing the story behind it ,we don’t search for pitty  ,we don’t wanna hear that were pretty, we’ll never believe, it because we don’t see it in our minds we won’t believe it, because how can someone with scars be pretty ,how can someone with a curvy stomach be pretty, how can we believe we’re beautiful, when our whole life someone thought us to believe that were not, it didn’t matter how hard we fought ,to think otherwise and in that moment that’s when you relies how self love dies.

Sometimes I wonder what stuff in life I would gain, if I wasn’t always in pain, if my smile was real, if I let my heart open up and feel, but instead I close it all up, let  the smoke fill my lungs and the alcohol burn my thoughts, I do anything to make the horrible memories stop ,but they only get worse, as those thoughts sneak there way in my brain, the ones to vein ,and their calling name, samantha, just do it take the blade and puncture your vein, dig down deep, and let the blood seep into the sheets .  I’m laying on my bed tears staining my cheeks ,wondering what did I do to deserve this , knowing the feeling of pure bliss ,but knowing there are people who don’t understand, there are people who say its a search for attenchen  .not knowing the story behind it ,we don’t search for pitty  ,we don’t wanna hear that were pretty, we’ll never believe, it because we don’t see it in our minds we won’t believe it, because how can someone with scars be pretty ,how can someone with a curvy stomach be pretty, how can we believe we’re beautiful, when our whole life someone thought us to believe that were not, it didn’t matter how hard we fought ,to think otherwise and in that moment that’s when you relies how self love dies.

Geting My hair done like this but red

Geting My hair done like this but red

Geting My hair done like this but red

Geting My hair done like this but red