Love is said to be the slowest form of suicide. if thats true then baby i'm slowly dyeing in your arms.

The world turns and time goes by. people scatter in every direction, but not me i'm in a stand still postion tring to figure out which path to chose the path of life or the path of death. somtime i think i know but others i wonder.

I am tired of liveing a lie. liveing a life as my parents want me to. they think they no me but all they no is who they want me to be.

The blade takes away all my fears and all my pain.

Death is simply misunderstood.

Maybe I'll forget about you someday like you forgot about me.....