Were should i go is not the question
the question you need to ask your self is...

The darkness falls the light is gone
the tears begin the hand is drawn...

Pain is death and death is pain
rain or snow are love remains...

I lay awake a thoughts of death rush through my...
as i lay in my bed the thoughts begin to win...

My first goal in life
is to make myself hated...

To lose some one you love
it hurts like knife a to the heart...

I try and run
from all these thoughts...

Why is my heart breaking
when will i stop shaking...