I want to die.

You penetrate me to the darkest of my exterior...

Broken angel torn in two
dosn't know what to do
broken angel fell from the
sky
nobody cares that she has died

Tears rolling from my eyes
Like rain pouring from the sky
Baby, I need to be with you tonight.

*Mine.

On rare occasions when we find ourselves looking into the eyes of death himself, only then destiny may show you glimpses of the things she has written in the stars.

Depression dragged the words to the core meaningless yet sore

Dark
Tears
Fake
Smile
Knife
Razor
Lines
Red
Heart
Love
Shatter
Scars...

Whay do these words all have in common?

I will forever be the girl who was just a filler in this movie called life... </3

- Mom, do rich people die like us?
- Yes, they do, sweetie. But not like us.

Standing on thick ice. Feeling myself sink.

-Starr