I am contemplating death
But of a life that is not my own.

My life is a mystery that even I can't decode

Someone heard the screams but did they care enough to look back twice?

The only friend that knew me well was the knife that heard everything.

The depression hurts almost as bad as the words you said.

The pain that I feel is beyond anything
that Webster can think up.

My life is like a book
you have to read it from the beginning to understand.

A heart is not a play thing.
A heart is not a toy
But if you want it broken
Just give it to a boy

not mine

Why is it so hard to watch your life go by?
Why cant you just sit back and "enjoy" the pain?

"love is like playing the piano, first you must learn to play by the rules, then you can forget the rules and play from your heart"

not mine but i liked it