It is sad how you don't know how good you have it till it is all gone and your all alone in the darkness thinking about how good it could have been

You need to be fair, he whispered as he pushe her aainst a wall and pressed his stone lips to her
you owe me, he pressed harder.
she pushed him away. I don't owe you a goddamn thing. and with that she made her escape

I have a scary question: Is it me or my reflection?
Now here's a scarier one: Is there even a difference anymore?

The only way depression ends is through death, suicide or... death before the person can commit suicide.

Trap the rabbit in its hole
smoke him out
eat him whole

My tears are dry
my smile is fake
what more do you want?

Behind my smiley face there's a hurt, torn child that wants attention...

Hot death,
Lustful breath,
Lies left to rest.

I am still there, only depressed

Back stab me, And I'll Backhand you.