maybe when i'm dead
they'll talk to me in their dreams...
I am on the verge
of overdosing...
The thing about death is it's final
Often there's no time for one more good-bye...
Amy,
My beautiful angel looking down upon me as I walk...
I want
To cut...
Why now?
Why this emptiness...
I’m ok with the pain.
It’s a dark place...
Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...
At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...
If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...
“Your friend is there
Within the walls...
Never forget those you have killed
Never avert your eyes from death...