Love is suicide. You give your heart away, and it beats no more. The pain slowly kills you and the blood stops flowing. I'm cynical, but it's true.

[ I could write a love letter, seal it with a kiss. Instead i write your name with mine, deep into my wrist ]

I talk a lot, but I don't say much...
I analyse it all but it doesn't really matter, because
If i can't say those 3 words, then i don't deserve you to listen to me...

You can tell me you love me
But theyre only f u c k i n g words
They won't make the pain go away

He's had my heart all this time
And now he just has to stop it from beating
And break it, and end it
Cos if he loves me, he'll understand
Why i cant stay any longer

&& The Ghost Of My Smile Is Haunting Me, But Nothing Will Bring It Back From The Dead

It's like everyone around me is falling in love
and it's the jealousy destroying me.

I was falling, descending, gravitating, plummeting to the ground with alarming speed; but somehow, that was okay, because the wind was on my face and it felt like I was flying, and thats all I had ever wanted, all along.