Back to the wall, noose of barbed wire hanging from the ceiling. My cut-throat suicide.

You bought me for my body and sold me -souless-

When it hurts to breathe, when you life falls apart, He's there, arms around you and wiping your tears away.

...And in your eyes, my dreams weren't worth keeping, so you killed me from the inside out.

I'm reaching for the stars and hitting my head on the roof...

The ode of a failure with a gun to my head.

You're my carousel,
My sick, sweet disease
As I drown in your spell,
In the calmest seas.
You're my heart and soul
And burning flame.
You took control,
in this childhood game.

Heavens too far to hear your call
And Hell has burnt you down.
The cupid and the comet
Never touched the ground.
Black and white to purpose gain
Breed the pertain heart.
You’re not another angel to fall;
You already fell apart.

Band-aids don't heal the wound
All they can do is cover.
Just as my mask won't make you stay,
but hide the hurt of losing another.

> from my poem 'Breathe'

Why do i have to spend my life miserable to try and please everyone else?