The past is the past thats what they say to make you get over things.

It may be the bloody past but theres a thing called memories.

He says he knows me the best out of everyone but then why cant he bloody tell im dieng on the inside.

Im depressed and cant live like this.

Why cant he make me happy and see whats happening to me.

I found myself today and ran away. If i cant handle myself what am i doing alive?

Have i done something wrong?
Do i deserve the pain and heartache?
Stop the abusing if i dont deserve this.

Screaming and yet you still wont listen, well fine just dont regret it when im dead.

Im fading away from everthing in my life. "Stop the complaining" they all say. Well why dont you think about why i am complaining, cos one day ill be gone and the last bloody words you would have said to me are the words ill be dead from.

Envy only starts a heartbrake.

He says he will love me until the day i die. What if i die tommorrow, will he still love me if im dead?

Dieng inside, crying inside and screaming inside. Why am i so screwed up?