I miss the sound of you

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

I don’t know what’s killing me faster; this undiagnosed sickness or the longing to know what it is.

Being by myself isn't safe. I'm not worried about someone else breaking in because I am the intruder and the killer.

...and just like that the demons had caught up to her

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I have depression now,
all because of you.

They Say You Can Be Your Own Bestfriend,
But Would Your BestFriend EVER Think Of Killing You?

Why is it we would die for the one we love, but they wouldn't die for you?

Everytime you break my heart more and more, Makes it harder to live each day.

The Sky And Me Have Alot In Common, When We Both Cry, We Cry Alot.