There are no tears left in these eyes, No smile left in these lips and i no longer know how i can keep going on with life the way it is.

Simplicity is too complex.

I'll live with a broken heart....until i die.

I see colours, I hear sounds, I dream dreams and I smile.

I can feel it in my chest, beating faster and faster.

If i could, i'd look you in the eyes and say i'm sorry.

I blast the music loud to stop all thoughts.

I've become everything i hate..

And this is me, pretending not to miss you..

I'd do it if i were brave, if i had courage, if i wasnt a wimp and if i thought it would mean something . .

Suicidal thoughts.