You are what you love
You feed off of it
You yearn for it
Your desire for it is never ending

You and your masochistic mentality that eats at your heart.
My dear, do you not realize you're dying this way?

Not what loves you back
The part of the phrase which you cannot except
The thing that keeps you from trying
The part of life that you're afraid of

You and your emptiness.
My dear, I never wanted to see you this way.

Your sorrow and your beauty once combined,
can create nothing but wickedness.


But you crave the pain that comes from that emptiness.
You *need it.

I lay; motionless and sad in my bed.
A giant wave of dreams and thoughts and ideas and plots wash over. Hell.
I'm thinking of every possible thing I could.
But as I push closer. And closer. And closer, on the edge of sleep. I think of you.
The memories I had.
The feelings I still have.
And how you said I was the worst of the worst.
And you didn't even realize your words hurt.
until my scars began to show. And now you're afraid of me.
Good; fear what you don't understand....

why** do this to others
bully? just because you're hurt you needn't to make others hurt
just get everyone to feel your pain right?!
because of all you've done, people watch you differently
you're a HYPOCRITE you don't enjoy being hurt but you hurt others
hurting? I know its not nice to be hurt so don't hurt others

When your dream is being ripped from you,
When you feel reality push into your skin,
When your darkest secrets replay in your head,
It's been one more night through,
opening your eyes
To the sound of the waves in the beauty
Of invigorating sunshine
And to be welcomed by the sunrise
It's like a waking up to another dream.