I lost myself in my dreams,my only salvation,where a tear I do not drop, unlike reality.

It only takes but one word, to break one heart, into a thousand peices.

Scars tell stories, most of which you can not tell, all because you used IT to take IT away.

Im not sure what to do
But thoughts of you are killing me
Haunting me
Tearing me apart
Im not sure what your game is
I dont know why its played
But its playing with my heart

**Doesn't It Scare You When You Realize

That The World Is A Cruel Place And That

Each And Every One Of Us Is In It Alone?**

I should hate you, but instead I'm beginning to hate myself

Why: A question always asked and often left unanswered

Sadness takes over as nothing seems important, it hits you like it was meant to be there, meant to be your emotion for a long period of time until someone cures it with laughter and happiness.

We all want what we knowingly can't have

Death is not at all the end of suffering, for with death comes much much more suffering to those around you.