I hate you, because I can't escape you.

The only thing to comfort me is my depression, because its the only thing I am possitive will never leave...

The crowded streets with empty faces.

I'm sorry, but I don't love you...
And I don't know why.

Spare me the weak tears, for I've witnessed them all before.

It's not the fear of falling that is holding me back, but the thought of no one being there to catch me.

Lets drink the tears that the starving children cry. And eat the flesh of the broken people's spirits. For we are all cruel in this domesticated life.

I'm not perfect, but for you'll I'll try.

Sometimes the hardest part of letting go, is realizing that you don't really want to.

This truth is like a dagger stabbed into my heart. Yet I will continue to let it bleed, for without it, I wouldn't even have known that my heart had existed.