I should be strong, and take up the sword to fight. I should strike back without mercy, or pity. I should hit those who were driven to hurt me. But I'm afraid..I can not.

I can't feel good anymore. I just can't. My heart can't take it anymore. Day after day I can hear it scream, screaming because of the things you do, or don't do.

There's just nothing left of me. It's all tattered and torn. Torn by horrible feelings. Feelings that shouldn't exist, because they are too real, almost like pain..

My heart is not a heart, but a cage. And fake smiles are just a camouflage, for what resembles rage..

Don't say you still love me... I know it's not true. I see it in you eyes..

You never needed any help. you sold me out to save yourself.. And I won't listen to you shame.. you've hurt my feelings, you're all the same..

Life is a struggle which some of us think to win. But eventually we all lose.

Torment is my path, pain my ally.

If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to millions, his name will echo through decades, for a hundred lifetimes.

My arm is devastated by wounds I inflicted myself. It's my way of saying 'I quit'.