It was written in the sand
But the sea washed it away.
It was written on the cliffs
But they crumbled day by day.
It was written on the sun
But the clouds did claim the sky.
And then we wrote it in our hearts
So that it will never die.

Everyone might well be in some ones diary
a little piece of sliced life
sliced of lemon and squeezed
we like compartmentalising,  what's yours?
a lost love so ****** and so pure all at once
I was a teenager when you were a full blown woman
and still I love you, not for lemon slices or ***
I love you because you exist and existed for a moments time
taking me into yourself and adding me to your diary.

It feels like I'm dying
Like I'm being burned alive
From the inside out

I feel hopeless
Helpless

And as I burn,
I scream
And I cry
But no one ever sees

And I feel myself dying
And I try to want to live
But I can't
I can't

Not when I'm burning inside
And then my thoughts take over
Every little thing is huge

The fire burns hotter

I'm starting to melt
I can't breathe
I'm dying

My vision is gone
Sound is fading
Everything is...
Gone

I'm dying inside