The truth is, you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

And the blood from your neck, still stains my hands

They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Well, I say the stronger the love, the deeper the roots.

The flame of my inspiration burns away the sorrow I feel. That is why, I never loss hope.

Sticks and stones may break my bones and tear my skin apart. But words can sting like anything and silence breaks my heart

--my friend, Jess--

Don't be afraid of the dark, cause all it is, is your fears waiting to come out

Yesterday holds the memory that i lived.. today i realize im dying.... and tommorow holds the future of my death

* ( i dOn'T gEt MaD OuT oF AnGeR
I gEt MaD oUt Of [F][e][A][r] ) *

Perfect for now..searching..searching...holy shit!...evac now!!!

If i died tommorow would you grieve even a tear of sorow?