Hold me tight all through the night so I can feel safe.
I'm tired of all these tears, and the blood that seems to overflow the sink almost every other night. I just need you to tell me that everything is alright.

She's absolutely perfect in every way, but she chooses the guys that make her feel like she only deserves the usual "weekend chill".

Time flies in a blink of an eye it's like you're here then you say goodbye.
But don't be shy just stay with me,           
                                          please stay with me.
I promise we will be together for eternity.     
     
                    Don't you wanna be?
           Oh darling don't you wanna be?

I remember you told me how I looked so alive in the smoke I exhaled, you also told me I had such a beautiful smile that you wished would never go away and that you hope to soon see again, I wandered what you meant by that because I see you everyday, until I heard you committed suicide the very next day.

I used to dream in back and white before you came and handed me a brush.

My canvas was always white for I told myself that I couldn't paint.

You told me that I was blind and that I wasn't who I set myself to be.

I used to dream in black in white until you showed me who I am.

I wrote you a poem today, you didn't seem to care.
I spilled my heart out for you, and you just sat there.
It turns out that we weren't only a pair, why would you want to tear us apart?
All that we had was all I had ever wanted, and now I'm being taunted.

You make me feel so good
with all your touching and kissing, but I don't know if I want you.
I don't know if I want anybody I'm just so used to being alone until you came along and confused me.

One blade is all it takes to make all her feelings go away millions of scars this is so hard but all she does is repeat. The things she's told never grow old, as her life gets dull she can't endure this anymore Every night are thoughts of suicide she takes the gun and counts to three. With a sigh of grief or more like relief, she pulls the trigger forgetting she is loved.

Just another depressed soul wandering around and I'm in desperate need of another one like me.

You and I
Me and you
us together,
what can be better?

She writes and paints to tell others that it's okay or going to be okay, but she can never get herself to listen to her own advice.

Your eyes are as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean, and I know the only thing you like about yourself is your eyes, but baby you are so much more than just a color.

I smile and laugh simply to make everyone else happy, but why am I not truely happy?

Why do I cry myself to sleep, and why am I filled with scars and bruises?

I wish I didn't feel like this, why can't this pain be a choice so that I can chose not to feel like this.

Why can't I be normal and not be sad all the time, and why can't I just love myself?

Why?

My love for you is like a vivid flower that has just been picked...
                   dead and gone the very next day.

My mind is a tornado, a chaotic jumbled mess and every time I think of you my heart jumps out of my chest. Every breath I take, oh I swear darling it's for you because the only reason I'm sure I'm still living is all because of you.

I know how it feels to break down (I'm all too familiar to it) I know what it feels like to cry in the shower so no one can hear you.

I know how it feels to wait for everyone to fall asleep just so you can cry yourself to sleep.

I know exactly what it feels like to hurt so bad and just wanting everyone to go away and everything to end.

I know.

Take my hand in your darkest hour,
I swear we'll break on through.
I can't help but fall for you,
when I lie down in your arms.

You're not in love until you want someone as bad as you want to breathe, but what if you're not sure about breathing?

I'm no good at writing about things that make me happy or things that make me glow.
All it seems that I'm good at is writing about everything that gets me low.
These feelings and news, filled with substance abuse, that's all I am good at and nothing else, so I guess that is my muse