Pulling down her long sleeves. . . to cover all the memories the scars leave. . .

Maybe making me bleed could be the answer that could wash the slate clean. . .?

The tears and blood will start to haunt my dreams, as I am soon to realize that nothing's what it seems. . .

When death comes, welcome it with open arms or forever suffer. . .

There's always something else waiting at the end of the darkness. . .

It's hard to move on with you in my way.

I try hard to fit into this world but everyone in it keeps pushing me out. . .

The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive. . .

I hate the ones I'm supposed to love. . .

I'm not deaf. . .I'm just ignoring you.