When depression was the sky, you taught me how to fly.

Words mean NOTHING.

The pain of losing you is too much.

I can't keep pretending that everything's okay.

Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple!

We engage in laughter till our sadness becomes voiceless, but it's still there, banging at the walls of our hearts, tearing at that fabric called love.

Just imagine the blood leaking everywhere is turning to oil, all the world will take the proper action.

Love is never been a good thing for me..it was always full of sadness and pain.:(

Someday things will get better,
sounds like a lie covering up the truth,
you think your helping me feel better,
but im wise beyond my youth.

Do you know what it feels like to have no one to talk to..when you need it at most?