I need you like a heart needs a beat.

People move,
Tears fade,
but scars, are forever.

It's funny how someone could break your heart, and you still love them with all the little pieces.

My eyes cry, and my heart hurts.

You ask me what's wrong, I say nothing.
But then I turn and walk away, with tears in my eyes, and I say everything.

I am the angel from Hell.

A pistol in my hand -
and a hole in my heart.

I'm slowly running out of reasons to hold on.

Don't try to fix me. I'm not broken.

I do what the voices tell me, and they don't like you.