I write the things i could never say to you above my scars, either way both hurt.

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

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

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

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

Your too lost now,
You will ALWAYS be a stranger to yourself.

If Pain Was A Dart,
You Throw It,
And Would Get A Bullseye,
On My Heart.

The rain and me are a lot alike,
Every time we cry,
You put up you’re umbrella,
And ignore it,
As if it were nothing.

The scars are the stories i can't tell you.

Each blood drop on that knife helps me know im alive.