A thousand pills couldn't heal my wounds you gave me.

I cut because its the only thing thats Real to me anymore.

The Dreams in which Im Dying, are the best I've ever had.

I crawl through broken glass to bleed,
I bleed to know Im still alive.

Love is the slowest form on Suicide.

I drink to numb the Pain.

I was having such a good day...
Until I woke up.

Should I smile because we are friends?
or Cry because thats all we will ever be?.

Pull the trigger to stop this Fake world.

Don't worry,
These are pills of Love.