My soul.. not real.
My heart all steel, and blood doesnt run through my veins

I wish life could be a game,
so if u did a mistake
u could load from the last save point.

~~from my poem cold

I wish i could rip out my heart,
and replace it with steel. that way i could never feel

If I died tomorrow. Would you weep over me the rest of Your life, as I weeped because of you the rest of Mine?

Smile and the world smiles with you...
weep and you'll weep alone...

Even if my heart is broken, it still hurts when you step on the broken parts

Every time you hurt me a piece of me died... I'm sorry I'm so cold it's just that theres no pieces left alive