Bruised, broken, forgotten and sore, but to f**ked up to care anymore.

..I sleep just to dream of you and wake without you here..

It's a cold world,
full of cold places.
Full of cold people,
wearing two faces.

...Life is what you make it...

Congratulations,
you got you wish.
You battered and bruised me,
without raising a fist.

(From a poem of mine)

Whats better, a lie that drwas a smile, or the truth that drwas a tear?

I'd rather live a lie pretending you love me. Than live the truth knowing you never will.

Im sorry if this hurts you,
I hope you don't feel pain.
For it is now to late to save me,
and the blood runs down your name.

These four walls know everything,
they have blood stained secrets.
They are the perfect confession,
but will never speak.

Don't cry because it over, smile because it happened.