I have arrived at that point where my depression, that pain, can no longer be expressed through prose. I have arrived to that place where its beyond the ability to see the cold beauty of suffering.

What is there to life for if life has no meaning within ourselves,.

I curse at the mirror 'cause the only image I see is fear.

Her smile, they won't look past
her arms they don't see
her eyes they ignore

Held it all together now i dont give a fcuk if i die. !

I am angry at my sorrow but I can forget my anger with music and release my sorrow with poetry

I wish I was strong enough to over come my sorrow or weak enough not to face tomorrow

Physical pain, the more i gain the more i love it. Emotional pain, the more i gain the more life seems in vain.

I don't want to die, i just don't want to live anymore.

You know you're a complete failour when you fail at commiting suicide.