A line appears, and then another
blood lost to keep me sane
the only thing keeping me alive
is the amount of flesh from my vein

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

Push the blade down
just another way to cope
when my world comes crashing down
and I've lost all hope

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

F.alse
E.vidence
A.ppearing
R.eal

You don't die from a broken heart
You just wish you did...

-from my poem Heart Broken

I don't care who you were, but I know who you are, and that's who I love.

There are only 3 things that are the same in every language; a smile, love, and a tear. Every relationship starts with a smile, turns into love, and ends with a tear.

Some times I wish I could live in books, where people mean what they say and happy endings exist...

I'm not bias, I hate every one equally...

I don't have problems with anger management,
I manage to get angry just fine.

I'm sick of pretending,
-Accept- me
and I'll stop lying.