Death means nothing to me. It is not a prison...and it is not a release.

If you ask me where my scars are from I will tell you. I get so sick of lying. If I open your eyes to a world you do not wish to see... then be more careful of what you ask.

A long time ago I made the mistake of beliving that I could be okay agian. I let in hope purly because I wanted it to be there. God I was so stupid...