She's gonna be ok, or so everyone thinks,
But beneath the smile and plastered face,
She is about to break
Only to find out, no body cares

My legs look like broken railway tracks.

I took their smiles and made them mine
I sold my soul just to hide the light
and now I see what I really am,
a theif, a hore, a liar.

- Evenenscence

Sometimes I feel like a bird with broken wings,
I want to fly but can't.
So many things I want to do but can't.

Why are roses the symble of love when they die?
Why is water the symble of tranquility, when it leaves you feeling cold and alone?
Why must I live in this world of hate?
Why must I live at all?

Death is not the end, but the beginning of something more complicated.

To truly except death, one must do three things, Cry for the one you have lost, Greave for the life that has been taken, and most of all find the strength to live another day.

God give me strength, the strength to breath, the strength to scream, the strength to say no, the strength to stand up for what I believe in, and most of all, the strength to live.

My life is like an empty bottle, usefull in many ways, but useless in many others.

Killing myself is my way of telling everybody that I quite.