Kiera Knightley is by far the prettiest person ever.

Except for Johnny Depp, of course.

We all see the faults in our work, though it is enjoyed by many. We always wish to improve as to show that we can always be better.

Upon Death's doorstep I kneel
Asking how my wrists are sealed
Didn't I lay, shrouded in blood, peering at the sky?
Oh... I guess I died.

They say you find gold at the end of a rainbow. I followed it to its end and all I found was my time wasted, and my dreams burned.

Your absence weighs on my heart and I find it hard to breathe without you

The scars on my arm and wrists are the kisses of life, the very, very cruel kisses.

Beauty lies on the horizon, I see it idling there; the dark, violet, storm clouds rumble and spark... My happily ever after lies within the storm's deceptive yet breathtaking appearance.

*bows* I appreciate your amusement as I readjust my mask after each and every act. Surely this means I have perfected the art of lying and saying, "I'm fine."

I'm not sorry I left her. Good. One less life to ruin. Less guilt for my conscience.

You think I'm crazy because voices in my head scream at me every minute of every day. But really, they're just whispering all the damage you and everyone else have done to me.