I choose death because i can , but when death chooses me its because it has too

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 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?

~*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 -

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

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

hmm.

decisions, decisions.

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

Keep those you love close.
you never know when you could lose them.