Take care of my heart
you can give it back when i join you in heaven..

With each breath i take, i wish it were my last..

& in the end i don't even matter...

If i were to slice in deep enough, If i were to pull that trigger...would u even be there to stop me??

Who knew that u would look your best smotherd in crimson red...

Why does it feel like my anger is eating me from the inside out??

What happens when u cant take it anymore?
when all the pain u have bottled up comes back and gets you? and everthing doesn't matter anymore??