We all need something we consider worth getting up for in the morning. Whether it's real or not; healthy or destructive.

I could let it get to me just like it gets to you, but I think I'll leave it in the past. You can't blame me for giving up so fast.

So you go back, you always go back,
to the last point when you were happy.

Whoever said looks dont get you what you want, was ugly.

You'll keep me a secret, Though I'm the reason you live.

We just wanna know if this is this over, trembling silence fills the air as we both stare.

And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles they had the worst intentions all along after all.

Me without you is a camera without a flash, a car without gas, a striper with no ass, a pimp without cash.<3

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft, brown earth, with the grass waving above one's head and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

I could be an expert on co-dependency, I could write the best book on underage tragedy. I wonder, "does anyone else feel like me?" I'm so over dosed on apathy burnt out on sympathy.