Sticks and stones, hard on bones...aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything...but silence breaks the heart....

When one door closes another opens but sometimes we look upon the closed door with such regret that we do not see the one that has opened

Sick of crying...tired of trying...
Yeah im smiling....but inside im dying...

Xxim going to keep wearing black till i find something darkerxX

Life is like a pen, you can cross something out but you can never erase it...

I hide my feelings behind a smile

The last thing that i will wish before i die, is that...i lived...

If i talk and laugh to loud, its because im trying to forget im sad

Falling feel like flying....until you hit the ground

...{Well they say that love is a bolt from the blue..but was is a bolt, but a glorified screw?}...