i know a boy
a boy that thinks about a girl,
a girl that seldom thinks of him.
only when it's convenient.
only when it feels good.
only when it's late.
and no one else is around.

a wild little girl who chases
marvelous little dreams
with no intention of facing
what tomorrow may bring

but who could blame her?
he's wrapped around her
finger so beautifully that
she's started to believe it's
always looked this way

Let me scream;
Let me cry.
Let me let out what's inside.

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

Your love is like a swarm of thousand bees
Stinging me all over my body
Filling in your lunatic venom
Me craving for more
That toxiferous viscosity
rushing and gushing
into my veins
Leaving no corners of my soul unearthed , undiscovered    
As after some lapse of time those pokes oozing out shades of black                    
Your pestilential destruction works its way into my nerves
Delirium is just so much more acknowledged now
The reality is just so neglected now
Thrashed far away                            
Thats where I like it to be now

Have I gone too far?
Does he still love me?
Am I still making sense?
Does he hate me?
Am I being unfair?
Putting too much pressure on him?
Did I say something wrong?
Am I being too clingy?
Should I ignore him?
Or avoid him completely?
Maybe we're not meant to be?
Maybe the timings all wrong?
Will I ever be enough?
Do I deserve his touch?
Does he want me alive?
Am I better off dead?
Will these pills even work?
Or will I just fall asleep?
Will I ever wake up?
Am I dead yet?
Maybe....