~*Im not afraid of death, im not even afraid of pain, im just afraid of whats to come afterwards..*~

- I swear to god Ill hold this gun to your head and make you bleed every tear that I shed -

I held a man today
As he wept for the loss of time
I swear I heard a heart shatter
The heart that I heard was mine

You tell me to hold on,
But I don't see why.
You tell me it will get better,
But you don't know when.
You tell me you're sorry,
But for what?
For making me love you,
And making me cry?
Or, for making me want to die,
Since I'm dead inside?

She wrote her last letter
she wrote it in red
the ink spilled across the floor
she signed it, then was dead

I Love You Baby, Is All She Said, With Her Finger On The Trigger, And A Gun To Her Head.

Lock and load
with all this ammunition.
get in the car,
do a head on collision.
sitting here thinking...

hmm.

decisions, decisions.

This time, her 3 Last Words weren't...

I Love You
or
Sorry For Ever
or
F*c k You All
or
Dying For You
or
You Killed Me

...her 3 Last Words were

[[Finally.Falling.Asleep...]]

I'm never going to forget you, or any of our memories; not one.
but it seems like you can barely remember my name anymore...

THE LiTTLE BOY HiD iN THE CLOSET

WHiLE HiS DADDY HiT HiS SiSTER THE

NEXT WEEK WHEN HE LAiD THE ROSE ON

HER CASKET. HE WONDERED WHY NO

ONE HEARD HER SCREAMS-

MiSSiNViSiBLE