Love is like suicide

Never take back someone with whom you hold a grudge upon if you do you'll never be happy

Why are the most simplest things in life the most complicated

Live for everything
Die for nothing

Love is an act
Of endless forgiveness,
A tender look which
Becomes a habit

The boundries which divide life from death
Are at best shadowy and vague
Who shall say where one ends,
And the other begins?

Why is it so easy to say I Love You
Yet very hard to show it??

Its hard to pretend you love someone when you dont but its even harder to pretend you dont love someone when you really do

I want you to know that i tried...
But my only friend is suicide...
Gloom and Sorrow has greeted me...
They're talking about setting me free...

I'm trapped in sorrow only the knife can set me free
Who would of known DEATH was the key