Try to wipe away the tears,
but they stay pricking at my eyes

So use to being used and cast away like a dirty tissue

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I may die, but,
Kill you I must

I decided I'm not sharing my problems with you anymore ... because all you do is tell someone and screw up my life, It's not a pretty quote its my life

Don't worry I won't rely on you again.
That way I won't be dissapointed when your not here.

I put myself through pain,
So you don't get a chance.

Quit it with the death wishes

What would be best for you?
Because we both know I was put on this earth to give you pleasure.

I stare at the blank page before me,
And it makes my blood boil.
The way it lies there taunting me,
Because of the words I cannot find.
My pen is waiting, poised,
Waiting to attack.
My mind is bubbling over,
With the confidence it lacks.

Her dark hair.
Her pale skin.
Blood dripping from her mouth.
What beautiful sin.