How many first kisses do i need?
..until i find my last...

You are who meets the eye
I sense a darkened stare...

I stare at the brick wall.
Waiting for you. Just waiting...

Shattered like glass.
Molded like clay...

The grieving pain,
the lost revenge...

My heart is aching from loving you,
my soul is slowly loosing itself...

My soul is shattering,
of all the wicked thoughts...

Why is the thought of you driving me insane?
It's killing my sleep...

It\'s all racing through my head.
Drowning my soul...as i weep in the shadows of the...

The Pain,
The Hate...

The dangers i have put myself through, have messed...

Dear Diary:
This is my last entry i will be writing to you...