How is it that

Seeing is known to the blind

Believeing is known to the dead

and

The paralyzed feel everything...

But the ones who can walk, talk, see.. Live

notice....

.nothing.

Money- Killer of our souls, causing us to sacrifice the closest things to us...family,..Friends...they say it is power...I say it is our own infliction of our suffering...

Love can kill you, Inside and out...
Love will...Without doubt...
Love...a sweet surender...
to loose yourself...
for now...and forever...

We're the ones who feel the pain you all forgot about.

When the dawn sun rises, I will no longer exist. Rather a clone of my past will come in my place

In my dream you promised to say you loved me

you did, then you hacked me into little pieces

My mind slowly working in reverse...remembering what once was.

I dare you to count the scars you gave me! you turn your head in shame. not shame in yourself but shame in me. i hate you!

Im overlooked, under loved and faced to die alone...Sad thing is thats the way I want it.

X♥X I'm Going To Smile Like Nothings Wrong. Talk Like Everything Is Perfect. Act Like Its All A Dream. And Pretend Its Not Hurting Me. X♥X