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?

Slit my wrists and call it quits
I'm just too tired for this shit.

I believe in people
I don't believe in faith
I don't believe in a higher power
& I don't believe in me...

The blood spills,
I fall to the floor,
my last thought:
I can't take this anymore...

Reduced back to my old ways as yet again I'm thrown to the dirt...