The thing with life is, you're either happy or you're not. But the twist with being happy is just not realizing what's reality and what's an illusion.

- My friend told me this, it confused me =]

I'm sick of lying, the truth is, all my thoughts are of me dying. I thought I ought to let you know, so you know the truth and not a lie, just before I go...

- Friend's quote.

I hate the way you look at me with that anger and disgust; your always wanting me to be perfect and that it's something that I must.

x. cant be perfect .x

You said you'd never hurt me... then you walked out and left me broken... some f*ing promise that turned out to be.

I'm going to die, I know that for sure, The lady she told me, that there is no cure.

{Lost.Broken.And.So.Confused}

The one thing i'd live to hear, "I can't live without you."

./As/Simple/As/That/.

Most of my poems and quotes are depressing but it just /may/ be because my feelings need to be confessing.

I never cut for attention
It was only mere depression
Thought I ought to mention
This before I die

[.The.Truth.]

[I Want You But I Need You Even More..]

I gave it all away, just to see if you'd really stay.