A flash of sliver,
A spurt of red,
and down she goes,
there she is, dead
no one understands it,
no one seemed to care,
yet they all grived for their fallen angel,
the one that couldn't bare.

The motives are all the same. can you blame them? if you could only use your head youd see that i feel the same...only i lack the strength...they dont

From what we steal, we can make death, when we deceive ourself, however, we make many die.

Life, is if wourth it with all this hustly
life, know one knows whats good for you or not
life, all i have to do is end it with a knif
life, or i could cut my rists and it will all be ok

If there was no Love on earth
then we wouldnt be here

To die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward.

 - Aristotle

"Under my covers I grab that knife, and I did what I knew was right."

Death comes easily to those who waite and if you have fear you have nothing to live for. fear is apart of the soul but to defeat it is the key to being truth

Death is like a wet towl,
Cold and clingy.

I had given you every last bit of my trust
and this is what happens when gold turns to rust
you'll get weaker, you'll get beat down
you'll get trampled from the inside
and when i get through with you
you're gonna wish you had died