Life begins after we die.

Life it nothing - without love.

I kill myself every night in my sleep, but alway seem to wake up the next day.

You can't kill me, I'm already dead.

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

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

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

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

I am the angel from Hell.

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.