I press the blade, yet another time
i watch as I bleed, and I cant help but sigh..

The blood means I'm real.
I'm human.

You say you can read me like an open book...
-How can you?-
My pages are torn, the writting faded...

Dont focus on the BAD
but on the GOOD
/maybe/ that way ~death~ won't be the /x/solution/x/

Love can be...
-the deadliest poison
OR...
-the most powerful medicine

...It is better
to be happy while you can with the one you love
...than to
Live in pain forever, without the love of your life...

~{[Happiness]}~
...Only another word in my vocabulary, the only one with no meaning
...its only something others want to see, but it isnt the real me...

If you you say
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...I think I can"
and convince yourself to believe it, it still doesnt mean you can...

You call me an angel
...and I laugh

Angels are happy, they fly to the heavens and bring joy...

I have broken wings, I bring nothing but sadness...

But maybe, through your eyes...I'm not what I think

The blade dances across my skin...my eyes tightly shut...as I pray for the courage to apply pressure...

When I smile
...Im dying within
When I say hate
...I really mean love
When I refuse your help
...My heart begs for some attention

Cant you see? That it's my nature to act against it, and it should be yours to know that...