I used to believe, no expectations, no dissapointment, but now i know, a little expectation can create a huge dissapointment.

Deep trails telling tales
of memories in my mind
A written code no one knows
What horrors they would find

I carve your name into a bullet so everyone will know you were the last one to go through my head.

~unknown.

Life is like a dream nice for awhile but soon you wake up.

The world would go on, nothing would change. No one would notice a boy died from his pain.

Started cutting my wrists just to prevent all the pain. Some of the hurt went away while some of them unfortunately remained.

[ a line from my poem :: suicide ]

The only reason you can't see the <scars> from all those years is because they're still <bleeding>.

The only thing worse than isolation... is the thought that I'll never see you again.

& Each Scar On My Wrist Tells Of A Problem
That Could Only Be Solved By A Metallic Friend
It Sits Carefree Stained From The Blood Of An Empty Angel
Yet, This One Tool, Is The Only Thing In Which She Can Depend

It's Funny How Something As Simple As
Being Held In Someone's Arms
Can Save A Life.