Roses are red,
blood is too,
I'm going to die,
and I hate you,

My new years resolution-

Not to cry,
Not to die,
Try to live,
Try to give,
Not to fall,
Not to crawl,
Try to make it,
Try to take it,
Not to break,
Not to fake,

If this cannot be done,
please someone hand me a gun.

Take a pen,
Say your fine,
And cut across the dotted line.

She cried herself to sleep.
She cut her arm so deep.
She always thinks she lacks.
She never smiles back.
She always seems to try.
She only wants to die.

All I needed, was to be wanted, was that too much to ask?

She walks on.
She cries.
She falls down.
She tries.
She gets up again.
She walks on.

No one died from a broken heart.... they only wished they did....

I cry until I fall asleep,
I always cut my arms so deep,
I only want to fade away,
No, I'm not ok...

I reject your reality, and substitute my own.

To die would be awfully big adventure.

-Peter Pan