I can't do this on my own anymore. My strength is fading, and my mask is cracking and breaking.

I hurt so bad. It aches and aches and never stops. Maybe it never will.

I cried so hard I couldn't breathe. And then I cried some more. Then I turned to my dreams... I pretended everything was okay. And for a little while it was.

"Living a life that is based on promises
Promises, made as you wept
Drowning in a life based solely on promises
Promises, too often unkept..."

My acquaintances are many, my friends are few; those who really know me fewer still...

Even worse than confusion is knowing exactly what you want, realizing that a huge portion of your life was one big lie, and that learning the truth could kill someone to whom you mean the world, someone who once served to be the same for you...

"I think of you when I lie alone at night, watching teardrops stain my pillowcase..."

"The best things stem not from the mind, but from the heart and soul. Despair leads to some of my best work. Hatred brings out a flourish of great ideas. Anger sends forth a rampage of emotion that spills across the page from my pen."