if i can't accept myself, *who will?

my tears refuse to fall again.

i would rather let the memories i held so close to my heart fester and **** me, as a wound, than lose them. because losing these pieces of the past would mean losing any ghost of you that i may have left.

why don't you realize that it doesn't matter to me how much light is in this world? it doesn't matter that stars dance in the sky or that the sun shines down or that there are a million different colors here. it doesn't matter that the moon reflects off the water, rippling along the surface and softening everything. none of it matters because you are not here to share it with me. it doesn't matter what all the world has in it if you aren't here to hold my hand and walk with me.

i love you even more when you hate me.

When i ran out of ways to make myself happy, i turned to vices instead.

you have hurt me for the last time.

*i'm ready to walk into the ocean, and never surface again.

if i had wings, you broke them.

i am sixteen and i want to be gone.

and i am finally starting to be *okay.

Talk to me when you know how it feels to stop caring about rather or not you live or *die.

life and death have ceased to **matter to me.

the anger is starting to burn through.

I don't remember what I did wrong anymore but I take it back. I'm sorry for it. I don't even care who was wrong and who was right ever anymore. You mean more.

god i just want to light the world on fire.

(will you hold my hand as we watch it burn?)

please stop trying to talk to me like you don't make me wish i was dead.

the pain inside feels physical.

and if i stay the night with you, will it fix me?

baby, come hold me. *i need the way you rush my senses, let me float into you.

i wish i had a vice besides *love.

More than a little broken.

i was never one to become bitter over something like this, but you bring out the worst in me for a laugh.

i have seen what believing has done and i am no longer sure i want any part of it.

it feels as though my heart is being ripped apart while it is still inside my chest.

*please, just rip it out already.

i do not like the way you look at my boyfriend.

i am tortured at night as well, by the ghost of you in my sheets.

thank you for showing me how easy it is to lie about love.

feeling like a wasteland.

I realized that she looked up to me about fifteen seconds too late.

i am an addict in the worst possible ways.

stop sitting in the seats i always sit in just to **** with me.

I can't help but wonder what I've done that was so wrong. To deserve a punishment as twisted as loving a boy who makes me so terribly, painfully sad...

i am dreading the ride home.

adjustment is hard when it comes to you.

I've been having nightmares for a week, and I don't want to go back to sleep.

How can i be okay? When every time i see you....*i want to burn myself alive.

please just rip my heart out already.

someone make me whole again.

i will never be what you want.

please **** me.