Take away the hurt,
Take away the pain,
Take away the agony.

Stop your silent stares,
Wipe away you tears,
I don't want your sympathy...

All my life I’ve felt like there was some part of me missing
and I felt that everyone could tell, like there was some
hole in me and everyone could see through it,
like I wasn’t finished or something.

You wanted to know just what makes me tick,
I guess I could say that you and your bullshit,
are pushing me towards an explosion.

Sometimes, it is better to keep silent than to tell others
what you feel because it will only hurt you when you
know they can hear you but they can’t understand.

Feeling alone is a lot like dying of thirst... you're slowly dying, and all the while you know something you need is missing...

You hear but you dont listen
You look but you dont see
You hold me but dont craddle
And you dont know the real me

Is it accentric when you've become able to hear the infernal teardrops crashing upon your pillow; bleeding through your pillowcase?

We may all be different but in reality we're all the same

*my friend said this*

My heart is drowning in its own sorrows.

They don't break us, we break ourselves, we can choose to break or we can choose to stand tall. What will YOU choose?