And now we are at the beginning..

The beginning of the end

The tears well up in my eyes but i do not dare to cry.

The girl inside my mirror has fallen to the floor

The girl inside my mirror isn't crying anymore

Do not ever be sorry for it is weakness in the sorry that brings us down to the swarming level of depression.

Love is when someone says your name and you feel warm and safe because you know your name is safe in their mouth

Mabye it would be easier if i just faded out of your life?

I fade slowly into the distance.. and slowly you forget me...

I'm sorry that i am just a distant memory to you..

The lies you tell slither round me, binding me, suffocating.

And as the silence screams for unheard words, tomorrows just a distant whisper travelling on a sliver whisp of wind