They are men too like us.
They have the right to live.
They need love very much;
It's our duty to give.

That tiny spot of pain in my head,
That's the reason the doctor says I'm already dead.

Be careful...
death is the only injury you can never recover from.

I'm sorry I'm late. I "accidentally" wandered off of the path to happiness

Overthinking, killed my happiness.
Insecurities, killed my self esteem.
Lies, killed my trust.

Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.

I'll treat these scars as souvenirs...

Each one as a reminder of every dark road ever riden.

Only the heart knows when the search is over...

Trying to fill the void, the emptiness, your absence...

Tools can fix many things, but they can never fix your problems