I want the shadows to entangle me and kiss me with the passion of death.

Honestly, is it so wrong of me to not want to exists here anymore? My heartbreaks everyday seeing the oblivious evil in it. No matter what i do...there will be no difference here.

I can't comprehend what darkness really is. I felt the same thing inside.

For years, this is all I've known. It's held my heart and been my home. Now I'm scared to lose myself...scared of letting go. But when you take the sick away...who am I supposed to be?

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

I think I'm being emotionally abused.
Or am I the abuser too?

My dear silence i can't hear you

"There is something you can always learn from the past that can do you good today and tomorrow, but don't make the past your burden."

"No-one is a failure except he or she fails to learn from his/her failure and the mistakes of others."

Only one will miss me when I die. The Tax Office.