People are like knives. can be beautiful can be captivating but with such ease can make you bleed.

Every time something good happens something bad tends to follow so can you really blame me for trying to keep my distance?

I may not be perfect by your standards but im perfect at being a screw up

I loved you like there was no tomorrow but all along inside i knew that there was no yesterday, no today and definatly no tomorrow as you never felt the same way.

Why does it matter what we do in life? after all we all end up as a rotting corpse in the ground or a pile of ash to be swept away with ease

How can the first cut be the deepest when its the final one that ends it all?

I hate u so much i take the hatred out on myself and yet i love you.
so am i truly loving you or just my blade and the excuse you provide for it?

The world is full of pain and hate so why are the people hu see it for what it is called morbid and the people hu love it not?

Love is supposed to bring such happiness.
so wot am i doing wrong to only feel despair?

Depression:
my only friend and yet my worst enemy