Sure this life is called the present, people think its a gift, I just wish I could return mine.

And i find it kinda funny,
i find it kinda sad.
that dreams where im dying are the best,
ones i have ever had.

I don't want to belive,
so let me tell you more about the lies i live.

You tear me down
And then you pick me up
You take it all
And still its not enough
You try to tell me
You can heal me
But Im still bleeding
And youll be the death of me

I carved the word help in my skin, hopeing some will see, cus when i'm screaming no one can seem to hear it

I am not who you think i am. I am really myself. Sorry to disappoint but i am living for me not for who you want me to be.

I see it outside when its cold windy dark and gray i wonder if thats how my heart and soul looks every single day

This is my goodbye,
A slit across the vain.
And i hope everyone knows,
Its myself you must blame.
GOODBYE

So you look at your life, You look at the world, Then you look to the oceans, You're looking for that world, A world above the rest, Something to set you free,Then you realize.......................................................You need to get out.

They don't break us, we break ourselves, we can choose to break or we can choose to stand tall. What will YOU choose?