I gaze up at the moon, trying to remember why I am this way. Why I cannot see the brightness of the day...and why I am looking to the moon for help...

Heaven's not enough....

Most people look forward to the future, but not me. I look back at the past.

I did not write this!!

Made an outcast from deception,love unending to redemption.From someone who could really heal this fallen halfangel's pain,unreal.

After I die, I will never see you again. For even if you die to, I still will not see you. Because I am not going to hell!

If you don't care,
then why do you stare?

I thought that Destiny brought us together. I was wrong. Destiny was what tore us apart.