no one can suffer and come out the same

no one really wants to die.

no one wants to go through with the act of bringing the razor to their wrist or swallowing the pills or pushing themselves off-

what they want
is to escape.

it is not a sin to love.

just a mistake.

have i mentioned i love you

i don’t want to die, i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all

- queen

when your vision blurs and you don't remember who you used to be-

then who do you call?

who do you trust?

who's to say what's lucky anyway

i never text first anymore

“sorry” means you regret it
and you won’t do it again.
you may regret it,
i don’t know.

but you always do it again.