And those nightmares became like a plague spreading terror through everyone you knew. More disease than man. Thats how we remember you.

Suicide People Are just angels that want to go home..

There's a struggle to remain positive during storms of anxiety, this gradient wear on the soul- where the rain runoff errodes the soils of our hope, stability and happiness. The soils upon which we've built our homes... our bodies.

Tears overflow these angry eyes of mine
But its not me
It's the me deep down
Pleading for the angry me
Not to end you

I like sleeping because it's like being dead... Without the commitment.

Worst thing for a deep thinker, is to be left alone with their thoughts.

Trapped inside a living lie
trying very hard not to die
alive but not for long
life without movement isnt living at all

4 years of loving her has wrecked this heart more than anyone can imagine. "I'm sorry" means nothing.

Sometimes I just want to stab that knife through my chest. For me it is the best.

How can I feel so cold and yet be so warm?