[ && Me Being Dead Seems Like The Only Way To Make Everyone Else Happy. ]

I love the stinging that surrounds the wound each time i press the knife to my wrist!

I Stare Blankley Into The Sky, Waiting For Maybe My Wish Will Come True... My Wish To Die!

Looking at you kills me, Becasue you WERE in love with me!

[ && i take a look at the knife and relize what i have done, i take a look at my wrist and think of how many promises i have just broken