Sometimes our dark and tormented soul
is like a helium balloon
trying to float away from this world...

Im sorry for saying the things I said
Im sorry for writing the lines you read
I shouldnt be angry because were through
But sometimes i hate being in love with you

A picture is a reminder of what they took from me

She hides it well, don't you think? Behind every smile, behind every blink, falls a tear so cold and hurt, with every whisper, every look. No questions asked, why or how. They never cared, then or now.

When you attempt suicide and you fail; its like this BIG dissappointment because it's just one more thing that you can't do right.

She sits in the corner, singing herself to sleep, wrapped around in promises, that no one seems to keep.

You say I have the perfect life, I sy you have a great imaginaation.

Smile for the camera, you look so pretty pretending you're okay.

Ever notice that when you're little, nothing bad ever happens. Wanna know why? We know how to pretend.

As the minutes pass and the clock slows, I watch my wrists bleed as the stained knife glows.