When the curtains opened on this play, it wasn't anything to see and now the curtains close on this play because it should have never have been.

I'm nothing more than a mistake, waiting to be erased off this piece of paper for good.
Everything I touch I destroy, so now I just leave.

The worst thing about surgery is waking up to find that you're still alive and the one that you love and care for doesn't give two cents...

Why is it that a person is cold when they die?
Is it because they are alone?

Is that the reason why this world, this life is cold, because, it's lonely?

I guess my last words are simple...
I love you and even when these eyes close for good, I will still love you

Try finding ur way out and you would see a trillion locked doors. i just pray so as to always be with my chain saw

Poetry is the art your heart draws

I'm an only child,
I don't like sharing okay.

Does it matter when you stand out?
Or do what you do?
Why do people look like we are some strange being?
We're all the same
So does it matter what other people think?

I wish only to speak the truth, and nothing but the truth. For what good is lies when all they do is cause hurt and destruction?