Why is my heart breaking
when will i stop shaking...

Were should i go is not the question
the question you need to ask your self is...

My first goal in life
is to make myself hated...

I try and run
from all these thoughts...

The darkness falls the light is gone
the tears begin the hand is drawn...

Pain is death and death is pain
rain or snow are love remains...

To lose some one you love
it hurts like knife a to the heart...

I lay awake a thoughts of death rush through my...
as i lay in my bed the thoughts begin to win...