.:: And the day he walked out...
Was the day she gave up on life. ::.

.:: So now she lays on the floor..
Her heart ripped out and the word "why" carved into her wrist ::.

.:: So she curls into a ball on the floor...
And prays that death will visit her tonight. ::.

.:: She's tired of crying over you
She's tired of dying inside
So she takes the knife.
And ends her life. ::.

It's not my fault when i die for you.

Hey will you guys hekc out my ne w poems??

"If we are unabul to let go when death demands it, we are often unabul to hang on when life requiers it."

Only when the sadness is overwhelming do we begin to understand, the line between them and us is narrower then any of us could admit. It's any wonder they could not tell us of their pain.

The Most Beautiful Moment, Is Your Last

My gravestone will read, "Suddenly, the fact that I tried my hardest is not good enough for anyone."