Where did I got wrong?
Was it when I slit my wrist to see how much life I had in me?
Or when I took all those pills to **** the life I knew I had left?

Where did I go wrong?

When I said "I love you" with fear in my eyes?
When I asked for help
Because I knew I couldn't do this on my own?

What happened?
What did I do?
Where did your voice go?
The one that kept me grounded when everything was falling to pieces?
What happened?
Where did I go wrong?

-Blue

Exhausted Bodies,
Shaky handwriting.
Brain to active to sleep,
Body to drained to move.

This is life.

Work that drains you
To the point of suicide.
Friends that lift you
To the point of feeling heaven.

This is life.

Does everyone feel like this?
Like life is just here to fill you up,
Then tear you down?
To make you feel ecstasy,
Then Death?
To make you think,
No,
To make to you feel that you can move mountains,
Then laugh at you when you fall down from trying?

Do others know this feeling?

Is this really life?

- Blue

Help me keep my memory.
Create with me,
Remember with me,
Forgive me,
Love me,
Hate me sometimes,
Because I know I'll make you mad some days.
But always create memories with me.
Bad,
Good,
Create them with me.
And remember them all fondly when I'm gone,
Cause one day I will be...
Whether by separation or Death,
One day I will be.

Create memories with me
For us both to remember.

To remember fondly,
When we're both gone.

- Blue

Do you remember?
When we were children,
And we didn't know what
*** or cigarettes were?

When going outside meant
To play in the front yard with friends,
Not to smoke cigarettes.

Do you remember when things were simple?
When "The Dark"
Just meant "lights out, it's bedtime"

Not lights out,
Time for the demons to play.

- Blue