A bullet never lies (Man on fire)

Death is so sudden
you think you have just begun
a moment later, its already done

If you knew the secrets on my arm would you know they're scars you made but with my knife and my hands?

Death is a gift.

You don't fear the dark
You fear the unknown thats in it

When you die people may be sad but in reality there actually happy.

Live in the dark hide in the light

And the blood from your neck, still stains my hands

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--

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