Take this razor sign your name across my wrist so everyone will know who left me like this.

I didnt make it up but I really like it.

The night grow so weary. At times they grow so dark. How can you see where you're going, when you can see nothing at all?

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels.

--I didnt make this up but I like it.

The sidelines get cold at night when you're all alone. Hope is all that's left.

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.

-By: AFI