Even an angel can become the unpurist thing ever, and even a demon can be more helpful then god.

Gone yet here,
Dead yet alive,
Always trying to die yet without the help of suicide.

The nightmare is made by the day and the day has the pain and suffering of a nightmare.

You're the reason why shes dead, yet you're also what gave her life, Its because of you the cuts would appear, and make her smile and forget all of her fears, It's you're fault shes scared up, to give her the power to hide all of her tears.

Everytime someone looks at me all they see is a happy prep, they dont see my tear stained cheak, they cant see my tear stained heart.

Life is full of hate and lies..The only way to leave it all is with the help of suicide.

Feeling the razor's kiss on my neck, feels so much better then nothing at all, and it makes the world seem less like heck.

Looking at the ground from the leap i want to take, I dont want to wait yet i dont want to make the misstake.

Some say 'home is where the heart is' if thats true, wheres my home?

I'll smile even though inside im crying,
I'll laugh even though it kills me,
I'll say everythings ok when its not,
I'll cut myself to make things better and finally be able to wear a real smile.