I just read something that made me start to think. It said, “If you don’t kiss a person and smile, then you are kissing the wrong person.” So I guess that means... I haven’t kissed anyo...

These walls cave in The music surrenders itself to my… I’m trying to carry myself from si… And these words you said have been… Carry all of your sorrow on my sho…

These eyes of mine blaze with a fi… and heaven’s callin’ my name But this heart of mine still is fi… and nothing but this pain is to bl… Oh you’ve got to learn your place…

When I was only three, my daddy p… I sat there wondering why he left… I didn’t understand the reality of… I can barely word anything, otherw… When I started to get older

Brightening Fire Strong Desire Beautiful Passion Anything Can Happen This Is Perfect

That horrible noise in my ear Telling me another minute you’re n… But it also makes me lose track Something that I’ll never get bac… It drives mad when it goes round

When you feel like life is waiting… And you smile and then when it tur… The world that felt so beautiful a… Takes a change and tries to kill y… It rips you bit by bit and you fee…

I write to fall asleep at night, to hide away from all my fright. I stay awake with all this in my head, trying, lying to myself that I’ll never end myself and feel like the undead. I...

You say I am a creator, but you don’t know. Most of the things I write are things I am a slave to writing. My depression is the artist that only uses me as a husk to write out the thing...

I am a broken piece Writing this to you I see But you see? You see that broken piece.. and why?