I woke up this morning and realized I don't mean anything to you.

We live in a random and chaotic universe.

One abortion. One dead. One wounded.

Why do convicted murderers get life, when innocent babies get executed?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.

Abortion is just a fancy word for ~*~(murder)~*~

Imagine the loneliness of that: never to be yourself

Sorry im not perfect like you.sorry im just a huge dissapointment to the family.sorry for just wanting so desperatly to be myself, while you try to crush it all out of me.

Every smile you fake is so condesending counting all the scars you make.and now that im sitting here thinking it through ive never been anywhere as cold as you

Then you come around
with a great little story
of a mess of a dreamer
with the nerve to adore you