You'll never realize how much something means to you until its gone. i just wish i would've know that before HE was.

I carve your innitials into my wrist so the memory of you stays, but the memories with you pour out in blood; then are forever incased deep under my skin.

Deliver me promices of broken lies and false hopes.

My wrists cry crimson tears.

If I give you my hand,
will you take it?
If I give you my heart,
will you break it?
If you didnt love me,
would you fake it?
If I give you my all,
could we make it?

Love me as i am,
or dont love me at all.

Self-mudalation feels as good as masturbation.

His Kiss.
My Bliss.

I like it when it rains. It reminds me that even angels cry.

Hearts shatter like glass...
and glass isnt easy to fit back together!