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

then who do you call?

who do you trust?

have i mentioned i love you

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.

“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.

who's to say what's lucky anyway

no one can suffer and come out the same

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

- queen

i never text first anymore