I am what I am. Take it or leave it.

Be who you are not what is expected or wanted by others.

The blood from my wrists will stain your soul forever.

The memory of your eyes will forever be with me.

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less.

Life can change in a flash. Without you ever knowing it.

I am never truly calm, even in my sleep, fore my passions are endless.

My passions are my strengths and weaknesses.

Does a bruised heart still beat? Does a wounded soul still heal?

The sight of beauty inspiers lust. Lust forms into want. From want emerges paaion. Passion calls to need. And need...need draws up love.