The pleasur of a dream is that it is a fantasy, if it happends then it was never a dream

Never say "i love you" back, unless you mean it too, because the pain of that lie, is worse than "i hate you".

You soon loose track of what's up, when you're always being put down

You live, you die, your forgotton

Cut my throat and watch me bleed, addicted tragady.

Working on a new art project, in me if you must...

My heart is way past beating

These hollow eyes of mine only tell truths

Hey check out my new poem plz

Scars on arms cuts on wrist
i think to myself with my one last kiss
part of my poem plz read it