Beauty lies on the horizon, I see it idling there; the dark, violet, storm clouds rumble and spark... My happily ever after lies within the storm's deceptive yet breathtaking appearance.

It started as a slap in the face.
Then it turned into a punch in the stomach
Then it turned into a cut
Then it turned into a bullet in the heart

I've never felt so alone.

The pain is too much. Please tell me how to make it go away.

Do you hear my screams
Shrouded by this break
I have become someone else
Nothing but a fake...

I believe in what I see
But what I see isn't all real
I'm starting to lose my grip
On how it is I'm suppose to feel.

I'm not afraid of the jump
I'm scared where I will fall
Because down those slippery slopes
We tend to lose it all...

I'm such a chicken. I have the knife here in my hands. Why can't I do it? Maybe because I know it would kill you too.

Is this really what I want? I don't know any more.

Mistaken, misjudged, misunderstood is what i am</3