I dont wanna die, i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all

If you were just out of reach, up on a plateau. I’d wait a year or two so I may have grown, and if not… another year… and if I still hadn’t grown… I think that I’d already have waited long enough for your hair to be reachable.

Whenever I think of you I know that I’m thinking. Because whenever I’m thinking, its always of you.

I never knew I loved you until you told me I did. I never knew I wanted to be with you until you made me see it. I didn’t even know I needed you, until you weren’t there to be needed.

Don’t worry my loved ones… I did not feel pain. You haven’t lost much, after all, the only thing that is gone is an empty shell. I’ve been dead long before the blade cut my skin

Sometimes I hurt so bad, that no matter how much I cut, no matter how much I scream, I don’t notice, and one day ill |take| it to -=FAR=-… that day will be the best day…

Yet when you said you’d never leave, it didn’t reassure me, all it did was remind me of how bad it would be if you left.

Sometimes when I look into the mirror I see you… and when I look at you all I see is you. So the dilemma here is I cant do my hair anymore.

In the darkest hours of night we fall the most… yet when the day brings showers we dance till we croak.

I need to bleed to feel alive