"Love? Why would anyone want to love me? I have nothing for them. I.... I am nothing....."

With every cut of the blade more blood flows, but no more does the pain make me feel alive.

For a friendship to work, the hurt and pain from an agruement has to be worked out by both or the bond will break.

One day at school my best friend asked me if I was okay, cause I was quiet. My replied was:

"I'm as happy as the devil is on Sunday."

This old aching pain hurts again. It can only mean one thing: You're not coming back this time.

The ties that bind and hold a family strong, can also be the end of the family. Hold on to tight and you may forget to let them free.

The chill of the air, the cold up my spine. I remember it all. I remember the day he tried to take his life. I remember.

"I hear poeple say, that your pains mean nothing. But I ask them, if it is nothing, then how come it hurts so much?"

"Love....? Where it makes me go....? Well...... It laid me straight to you."

"If only all angels were like you, then I'd have no problem going to Heaven."