"Now look down upon the floor,
You'll see your true self.
Yell and scream for comfort,
Soon you'll be dead."

_Expert from my poem, Soon_

Death and Destruction both start the same...but death is over quicker.

Why does it seem tha in my life, the only choices seem to be Death or Destruction?

Only when I can breathe with no air, will I able to live with out you here

"This gut feeling that I have...should I follow it and hope to God its just a mistake?...Or ignore it and hope to God it's nothing?......Guess it doesn't really matter, either way I'll be relying on one who thurned their back on me.

"Life is my pergatory"

"There are so many poems and sayings to help a broken heart, why aren't there any to heal one?"

"I'm sorry that I forgot...You just don't care"

"For those who say that there is nothing to fear but fear itself...I say to you, try falling in love with no one there to catch you"

Aren't you tired of all those silly love songs?