A silence of solitude,Where thoughts are car chasesstarting with a thrill,ending in a crash.My thoughts are bullets,in which have been shot insidemy guts.Like knots,are my intestines as they make that everSo loving,nooseto set me loose. <3A cancerous arsenal,I can't escape,From my self-hate.This cancerous arsenal,grows and spreads Day by day,making me fade.This cancerous arsonalis burning me down,abandoning meto ashes,for the wind to blow me away,only to be forgotten.

Cyanide thoughts, will be the end of us.But the end of us, can't be over just yet. So we will away all our thoughts,and close our eyes for one final time . Only to open them one last time . Just to see what life's gonna become.

Breathe again, it's alright to see this.To be this, this little girl once again.I've grown up, long ago.Way to fast, but not fast enough to save me.I still stare as the last train leaves at the end of the night, and I still call out the name of her ghost.Forever a labyrinth in which we roam, never escaping such a horrid hell....

Being alive was the drug I thought I loved,maybe true, but not the love I needed.The love I needed was from a boy,a boy who forgot how to feel.I want to teach him, to help him feel,like he's made me feel.Alive.He makes me feel like this earth can't hold me down and that flying isn't the same as dying and to be honest I'd die for this boy and still feel just as alive. <3

My thoughts are venom, and it'll surely kill me.

When the news came,I already knew,hours before.When you couldn't hold your eyesTo mine.That guilty look,I knew before then.You were saying goodbye,to be honest it's fine,It's not the first timeI've been left behind....