i used to think about how things could've turned out if i did or didn't do something about them, but as life goes on, you'll realize it was never about you.

i still think about the way things used to be but they aren't anymore now. it makes me sad, and angry at the same time.

it's stupid, but i miss the way it was.

i swallow down my morning grief through my throat as my breakfast to start the day.

2:01 once again i scream, and i know it's again in vain.

the walls are caving in and cries will not be heard, and everything that life resembles, will soon be gone.

i'm not here, i'm crawling. i'm not here anymore.

the amount of disgust and disappointment i feel and receive everytime i look into the mirror is crazy.

the more i think, the more i feel sick to my stomach and want to disappear.

thinking about something you had never done before but your brain makes you think you did is crazy work.

i'm nevertalkabouthowifeelholic.

when the pig runs slower, let the arrow fly. when the sin lies bolder, i'll pluck out thine eye.

if you scorn my lover, satan got your thigh. if you steal in hunger, i will kick you when you try.

i'm not saying that you haven't done a lot of good, but if there's one thing you can do, you can bleed for me.