Behind every beauitful thing, there is some kind of pain.

Grave Digger when you dig my grave, make it shallow so that I can feel the rain.

Why even go to bed tonight? When I know I have nothing to wake up to tomorrow.

If your really sad and want to kill your self, you wouldn't feel worried to walk alone at night with no light.

Lying here in the dark, helps dull the pain.
No one can see the emptiness behind the fake smile.
Night brings comfort.
No light can't reach me where I hide.
No one can help the night pass without the tears.

Late nights, and early morning.
Long days, and short nights.
Minutes into hours.
Days into months.
Months into years.
Once the tears start, time doesn't heal all the wounds.

Just being 19 years old, I shouldn't see how sadness has made my face age.

What am I to do? When I'm out of room to hide my feelings in my mind?

I'm in love with the guy i made in my mind not who you really are

I remember the days when i was happy-go-lucky... Now I'm forgetting how to live.