Shes been broken a thousand times , she looks for love where only selfish beings live, she gives her heart although its been broken into a million pieces, she never forgets to give but she forgets to love herself...she thought she would be loved for who she is , the world killed her , she had to come back to life with new versions of who she used to be, she gives so many different views of who she didnt know she could be, shes still wounded, shes afraid, but she keeps breathing , each breath she takes is a message to the universe , each tear that falls down her face is a prayer to God, shes used like a puppet , she plays their game , inside only she knows who she really is, the world is too cruel to accept her... She is me...i guess its easier to talk about me as if it was someone else, its how i see myself nowadays, sometimes i dont recognize me anymore, i feel i was put outside of myself, i lost who i was when i lost those i loved... And still love... Shows must go on, but it won't ever be the same...