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I don't know why I never asked you to care. Systematic suicide, in a verge, breaking point. Empty cuts, empty thoughts, empty faces, empty hearts. Start to finish, begining to end. Controll me, hurt me you're an image, never were there. No I can't feel that. still running from the murder. I taste your tears, I feel your breath, you see my blood, all over your chest. Suicides, row-by-row, kill themselves and then we go. It's my life, it's not yours. Too bad that now it's over. And I still can't make you real.

Everything has sunken in. Everyone has gone. Fall into you in my misery. We're dazed and we're lost. We have been gone through so many things. Yet we haven't moved. Gone through the future. Here for the past. We cant see time moving because we're going too fast. You're everything to me. With you I am who I want to be. I hope you see what you want to see. Because you are everything to me

Distraught by an emotion. Getting lost in blood, sweat, and tears. I tried so hard to tell you. not much longer until the end. At least I can say you were a good friend. Tired of lies, and fights. Tired of crying on restless nights. When I felt weak I could turn to you. Now there's nothing better for me to do. Hiding inside my self doesn't work. If I ran away I'd feel like a jerk. The bleeding takes away all the pain. This is the last time my tears will fall like soft rain. I made a mistake. I tore myself apart. I can't tell you how much you meant to me.

If tomorrow never comes, Could you see through the darkness into the light? Is everything I showed you in the past, Going to be enough to last? Everything you taught me finally paid off. Everything you showed be becomes something new. I feel something close to me, I really hope it's you.

It's hard, it really is. It hasn't even been a week, and yet it feels like a fucking lifetime.  I really like being friends with you, but sometimes I feel that we'll never be able to get back to how it used to be, and it scares me half to death.  One minute you have the next four years of your life planned out, and the next, you have nothing.  I know it's my fault, and I know that I should be sorry.  But maybe it was inevitable...I would have rather done this now, when I feel completely numb toward you, than later, when I felt hatred or disgust. I'm trying to make this work, but it's hard.  Saturday changed a lot of things for me.  I know y

On the beach sat a girl, So innocent and kind, Right next to her mother, Who held a wise mind. The young girl looked up, Watching the sky, Dark storm clouds were gathering, And they started to cry. She turned to her mother, And quietly said, "Mommy, why does the rain fall From the sky to my head?" The mother looked down Into her daughter's inquisitive eyes "The sky is sad," she said, "And that's why it cries." "We have lead it amiss, So it opens its eyes, We have shamed it entirely, So that's why it cries. And like the most watchful of parents, The sky sees us do wrong — We lie, cheat, and steal, So the sky sobs the sa