Sometimes I wonder where we each would be, if you didn't decide you had to go, or if instead I was the one who chose to leave

I used to wish for slits through my wrists and a hole in my skull, but when the blood would start to flow, I wouldn't learn anything I didn't already know, and the pain did not go, it only slowly continued to grow with each mark I left to show

I used to get into fights, screaming bouts against the wind and the sky, but when the words in my throat would finally run dry, I'd realize I had only been shouting in the hope of reaching the soul trapped behind my eyes, to free him from the denial that coated each of my lies

You'd be better off leaving me for dead, because nobody can kick the voices from my head. They sit inside with chains tied to my throat and my brain, and anytime I try to pull away, they drag me back and hold me to the pain

Someday that heart of yours is going to get you killed, and the one you die for won't stay to foot the bill

A patient heart will always take the part of the one who's ready but will wait to start, because a single mistake may make it fall apart, so it would rather be left alone with a silent ache in the dark

Some will find this to be a surprise
Every morning a new sun will rise
With this gift of a new day
We must try not to say
Nothing is worth dying for
Sacrifice will leave you with less than before
But letting evil succede will leave you alone at the door
If you load the gun or tighten the noose
You're the only one with nothing to lose

Explosive silence
Bottled violence
A vile combination
A sizable complication
Thoughts unheard from a heart not conferred
Your actions will confine you if you let history define you