Exponentially we are all but one.
But separately we are all for one.
Morbidly we are one without all.
But spiritually we are one in all.

Killers can be spotted by how many hearts they broke. Thought it but never should've spoke. I'm a writer with his words stick in his throat. Speak with the pencil. Pencil that writes pain and the pencil stuck in my spoke. Bite your tongue since I can't speak with mine. I don't want to again say goodbye. I've had to say it one too many times. But what happens when I lose what I covet so much. Give you all I got, and still it ain't enough. I can't find the words to say to you. But you'll know when I do.

Frozen in time and frozen mind. Stuck in ice with a harbored feeling inside that's harder to hide than a feeling of pride and easier than swallowing all the tears you have cried. Backwards in emotions, feelings and all. A country bound by fear and control you with what they want you to hear. They can hide who's died and don't care who they confine when it's not their life on the line. Bind our chains together; Now what's yours is mine and now my time has come to finish what you begun. Pick up this thought loaded gun and boom. Let's start back a new. A new life given is two lives taken.

One last shudder. My final words were stuttered. Not worth the final energy I had to muster to mutter these useless sounds. A silent cry from deep inside. A free-for-all for the blind. It's all a lie and I searched my heart and I found.
Just let me go. It's my time. My finale comes when I say my final line. I accept these words as useless and feel like I can't compete. Most times these words are fruitless so I won't speak at all.

I still go back and fix my old writings. Keep it tidy and sing my own words so mighty. I allow myself to think it's still a battle worth fighting. Fooled by the faulty lighting and it's frightening to see his grip around you tightening and me just sitting there whining. Still stuck in here minding my own, waiting for someone to reap the what you've sewn. I sit alone on my cell phone in my room waiting for you to come home, but of course I'm trapped like a mouse when I see you. Amazed. Star gaze looking at you. My mind is out of ink so I'll write it on a blank page. Put the fire down while my heart burns for you; Set a blaze. Don't put me out and I won't let you down. Not until you put me six feet under ground. It's hard to imagine that I could be okay, when you say, "Today, I met a boy. I hope this one stays." Yeah until you throw him away like an old toy; Broken. Well let me tell you something, he's broken now and tired of running. I'll walk and when your castle comes crumbling down, you can come back with that beautiful frown and talk to my chalk. Oh my, oh my, It's true. Even after I die, **** right I'll still miss you. But the difference is I'll be free of this torture. I'll have peace and you'll finally be rid of me.

Sometimes I fear these thoughts, because I am alone. And it makes it even worse, to know that they're my own. I still sit in this empty room, my phone open to your name. Maybe I should call, or maybe you'll just say

"Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, now get away from me. Maybe it'll be again. But tonight is not your night. We would be the best of friends." It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.

I only fear my death, because I am alone. And I just want you home, where you'll be my own. My mind is filled with thoughts of you, I can't sort them out. I just want to think clearly now.. But tonight you'll say.

"Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, get away from me. Maybe it'll be again. But tonight is not your night. We would be the best of friends." It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.

"I know you sit in that empty room of yours. You wait for me to crawl in bed. I don't know what I was thinking. What got into my head? Please baby let me enjoy your taste. Let me one last time see your handsome face."
And I'll say.

Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, get the **** away from me. We'll never be again. I tried for all those nights. You don't make the love of your life cry. I just kept trying to convince myself, that I had survived hell. But nothing hurts more than hitting the bottom of the rocks I fell. It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.

I could walk through these school hallways and not see a single thing I like. Not the people, not the posters; It's a horrid ******* sight. I truly hate every word I write and every word I speak. But what's worse, being to **** strong or too **** weak. Because if you're strong you never let anything in. But if your weak you will let them destroy you from within

The wall you built closes in all around you. Time to finally see what the world is without you. Your parents are out and your brother's asleep. You text all your friends and say goodbye to each. You think of all the pain you've been through. It's unfair to make them stay alive when you don't want to. Grab your bottles, your knives, your rope and lock your door. Pick one of these ways and make your life no more.

A cry for attention.
You don't want it.
You want their help.
But no one helps.
They will never care.
Because you are weak.
They can't fix you.
Too many shattered pieces.
An old broken reflection.
Not feeling yourself anymore.
And how could you?
Pieces are still missing

Your parents don't get why you blare the music so loud. They don't understand that you're trying to block out their sounds. Their useless words from their mouths won't help them now. Let's walk through the day in your shoes. Wake up and wish you didn't. You look around and feel the skin you barely fit in. Your step-mother calls you down but you already know what you're getting. She'll talk to you like you were less then throw a fit when you tell her you're not listening. But why should you when it's not even her house you live in. Now you're in the bus waiting for your hell to get in. It's hard to survive the ride. You barely get by, when you get to your school and waste another six hours of life. In class and all you can think is "stop the tapping!" or these ******* lights shine to **** bright. Detention after school, but you don't care tonight. These bus ride parasites don't care and are only seeing through their blind *** eyes. They can't even read your heart with their ******* crippled eyesight. You get home and all you can hear is the sound of your parents fight. Not again when mom's wrong and dad's right. Seems backwards until mom leaves again that night. You go upstairs with the same frown you wore all day, with only one thought in your head. "How selfish of me, to want to be dead." Because you are sick of these constant repeats and the daily life circle. You just want to escape the cage of it all, but if you can't then you will continue to hurt 'till.....

Enough about me. I'm through talking. It's like the race for my life and I'm ******* walking. I'm out of breath from these constant tirades. My brain is shattered into 3 pieces. And each is more different as my stability decreases. As my anger increases.

You don't see what I do. You're blind as a bat; You see what you want to. I know what I am inside, but you made me this way. You hit me and the cracks grew. You kissed him and broke us both in too. Go ahead and look what you turned me into. Watch me transition from anger to...

Don't worry. You've seen my stability and you've seen me angry. But honey, please look into your heart and maybe you'll see that I deserved this pain, see? Now we can both agree that you'll never come back to me. But hey a boy can dream. Well, I could dream if I went to sleep. But I wake up and I scream, like I wish I would when you slept next to me.

No more sunshine, no more light. Where have the stars gone that shown so bright. A moon lit path deep into the night. It shows your black soul, torn from plight. A twilight so dim that only sorrow remains. Let go of the cloth that you've blood stained. Because as you lie awake, in the bed that you made. You can't help but think, you've gone insane. You've lost it, and you just start to cry. Your eyes won't shut, and a piece of you dies. You try to cut it out, but that's a dull knife. You try and try, and try as you might, nothing will stop the pain of tonight.

A pretty little girl; the age of sixteen, she never knew how the world could be so mean, and I mean that everyday she was bullied by the same three. She wrote it in a book that no one could read. And she left it on her desk with a note that says, “Who would need me?” Hey pretty girl, why are your eyes so red? Didn’t you know it’s not healthy to never go to bed. Now you see your these people that you like to call friends and yet again they let you down. Today makes ten. And tonight you will try to end, your beautiful life again. You chug down some pills and maybe cut your wrist, the only thing that could save you is a kiss upon your lips. A voice to say that it’s okay and maybe today tell you that everyday isn’t the same as yesterday and life goes on even after the pain. She just wanted that voice of reassurance. Another person to tell her, “You’ll endure this.” They say to take one, but you fill your whole fist. And when that doesn’t work, you take the bullies hint. You grab your gun and scream out, “Look at this!" Your blood spatters the wall, and your family comes to gather. You were the center of it all, now all they had to do was read the letter. Your book, the story of your life. You cast your shadow and it was about to shed some light. A remembrance of all the pain that you had ever felt. “Welcome to my mind. Welcome to my hell."

I don't want you to be another pretty face, that's stuck, in time. You told me it was such of waste; Your hand, in mine. You told me of your past, and all, your lies. You told me all the times, that you, had tried.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.

I don't want you to be another untold story. I'll tell, you mine. You told me that you were such a waste, of, my time. You told me how no one had ever tried, to be, your friend. I'm here to tell you that I'll be here, until, the end.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.

Suddenly a smile washes over your face. I can't help but think. I think your beautiful. Even the scars on your skin.

I'll tell you right now, that I don't care what you're gonna go through. You'll never be alone. I'll tell you right now, I'll go through it all with you. My arms, are home.
Either I die for you, or together we fall.
Together tonight.
Together tomorrow.
You'll never have to be alone in this sorrow.
Together we fall.

Forever frozen in this space in time. What god given right let's you take away mine? You're not my creator, nor are you my savior. So what the hell do you think causes all my anger?

You're no better than me, and I know that you'll remember. My name will be as cold as mid-December. You'll get frost bite on your breath, you'll see the beauty in your death, you'll fear the sunlight like I do, and see horror in finesse.

It'd make me a little happier if the grass was a bit greener, but I can't help where it grows. You may be happy, but that's happiness I will never know. I've tried to end it all. I did it every day, because I just feel like ****. I know you know how it feels, to feel like this. But now I use my back, instead of on my wrist. But that's okay, no one would notice anyway. They'd see them, but would never say a **** thing.
This whole thing. Was just one long confession. I know that when I write this out, I'll just get one question.
"Are you okay?"
Of course I am, what else am I supposed to say?
"No, I hate myself, and I cry everyday."
I am supposed to be the man. I am supposed to be strong. But I don't know how much longer that I can go on. This hate is eating me up inside. This smile I show you, it's all just a lie. I use it to comfort myself and hide what's in my mind.

A beautiful sorrow inside a beautiful girl who never wanted tomorrow. A beautiful night to take such a beautiful life. With the slice of a knife, she turned out the lights. A story you've heard about a million times. With better punchlines, and with better rhymes. But take it from a boy, who has wanted to inch closer death. That nothing is more comforting to us, then our lovers breath. I remember thinking about my life that night, and not wanting to see the rest. But that same night I had her here, and we laid down, her head on my chest. As she left, I turned off my light. I put my head down, I owe you my life. But how can I give it to you when I don't even want to see the rest of it through?

All I see is your name, every single day. You know I miss you, so why do you show your face? You act like you don't care, but you seem to be the only trace. The one who is more interested in my fading grace, than me is your ugly face. Don't lie to me anymore, I can see through what you said. You broke a promise, and for that I hope it breaks your head. A mental break down, while I break down this lead. Hit the breaks on the cart. Drill these sentences into your head. You know I'll break your mind because you broke my heart. You know that they'll always come back for you. You made these lights get a bit too dark to hide what's true. But how does it feel to have the lights turn out on you.

A complete and total misconception. Misconceived with another misdirection. You may misunderstand of who he is, but on the other hand, you never really knew him as a man. He was the brain behind the voice. The thought of every choice. The sound of every noise. Just because he wasn't the face of every lie, doesn't mean he wasn't there every time.

I hid my misery in apathy when actually you would never understand what it truly meant to me. This agony is atrophy and it's atrocious how anxiously you wait to push me off the balcony. I'll call that anxiety. You'll wait till I'm feeling better and laugh at me then rapidly and happily you calumny push me off the mountain peek, but my vitality has helped me survive this fatality. Then you have the audacity to think that I will accept an apology from the very first person I trusted with every part of me when you were the first person to question my loyalty? **** that, that's insanity if you think you can walk away from me and come back so casually and the way you broke my heart is a catastrophe, and when they see the damage they'll call it brutality. I'll tell you so even you will see. In all honesty, I couldn't see a better reality than one without you and me.