It is better to be bored knowing there are people around you than to be bored ALONE.
(..tes..)

Everything inside of me is screaming and ripping apart, I can feel my lungs filling with blood and gore. My whole life is being torn apart. Why do I smile then? Do I honestly not care?

Everything is caught in a haze,
It coats everything in my nights and days,
It's causing a craze,
I can't take it anymore,
It's like I'm a rat following a trap in a never ending maze...

I'm always complaining to myself that i'm alone.

The worst decision ever! when i asked myself what to do?

Maybe if I cut deep enough I wont feel the sting of the pain...

I can hide my miseries but not miserable words...

A long time ago I died inside.
Leaving myself with no place to hide.
My insides are vulnerable, my feelings are raw.
I don't know what to do this may be the last straw.
New poem "I want to die, cross my heart promise it's not a lie"

My angel wings are fading from white to black,because my depression is making an attack.

I can set fire on water, if water is full of hate!