Listening without really hearing,
looking but not really searching,

I face my fears everyday, because I'm afraid of everything.

The heart grows weaker and weaker the more it breaks and gets stabbed!

And I begin again...just to end again...</3

Your words are poison
your touch a spell
your whisper a knife,
the cut we know well.

Quick jot this down; live, love, and die its as simple as that.

Life is a bunch of photos replaying in our heads and us wishing that we could toss out a few we do not like but the bad ones make the good ones what they are.

What we choose not to say, says something.

There is a list of things that I could say,
Another list of reason why you why you won't listen.
I've beat myself up everyday,
Because everything has gone away.

Every time I look up at the moon.
It makes me miss you.
And wonder where did you go?