You told me to be strong, But you were always the strong one! You told me not to cry, But you were always the one who'd wipe my eyes! You've gone to a better place, is it evil of me to miss you?

Everything I am,
And everything I do,
Is a reflection
Of the hell he put me through.

Don't let me be the one you regret losing....

Sharon you were my snowflake,
delicate and pale.
Wish I could Have saved you,
But it seems that I have failed.

The little snowflake melted
And sunk beneath the dirt,
Leaving me alone and cold,
Emotionless and hurt

My pen bleeds my tears, my life.. an open book

Would it be selfish to kill myself?

These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.

Romeo and Juliet
Act II, Scene VI

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Sometimes I cry when I see you smile,
Because I wonder if it's for her...

I over analyse everything
i have bitten nails
n split ends in my hair
im not perfect
n for f**ck sake
i dont want to be perfect
i want people to know im not perfect
but love me all the same