Life is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.

Sometimes hiding from hurt, will only hurt you more.

As she looks in glass reflection of her self she looks up && wonders why she hasn't givin up yet...

Maybe I'm dark, but I'm not goth, just because I cry, I'm not emo, and baby I can scream, but I'm no prep. just because these arms are scared, whos to say its self harm?

She's an artist
a painter actually;
see that 'smile' on her face?
well, it's her most famous piece

Rolling down my cheeks, are the tears i tried so hard to hold on to.

I put the gun to my head
My finger on the trigger
Soon I'll be dead
Cause my problems are only getting bigger

D ecide to die
E verytime I cry
A nother breath wasted
T omorrows tears tasted
H aunted, I cry

I mpossible thoughts
S o much haunts

H unted to die
E verytime I cry
R emorse won't arrive
E vermore, I won't thrive

I cried u a river, while i slept in my bed.
The river ran deep, and was coloured red.

Never make someone your everything, because when they leave, you're left with nothing.

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