These tears that are shed for this tormented love These lies that are told And this need to give up This hurt and this anger you left in your

Some people… they get sick, I know. Some people contract cancer. They say they did all that they could… but giving up’s no

I’m lonely and I’m giving up. I’ve no more will to fight. And somehow, now, I finally feel like what I’ve done is

if only you could stay with me just for one night. if you could see how much i love you would you change your mind? it’s a game we all

and as i feel myself slip away I’ll whisper to the world goodbye There’s nothing left to say I’ve reached the end of my time I

Another tear not shed Because thine eyes are dry No restless nights in bed why doesn’t it bother me that he died? Another one I loved is

i worry about you that, maybe you’re not alright. maybe you’re hurting too, like i do all the time. maybe you find it hard to stay in

It’s taken me days to fall asleep. It’s taken as many to die. For all of the world I’d have given to you, but nothing as

Early evening, sky is grey. The earth is mourning, too. And I have found that I cannot shed any tears for you. On your tombstone, on your grave,

Desperation is sweet on my breath. And thoughts of you in my mind, I think about what is to come. And wonder how soon we’ll be saying Goodbye. I

what will you remember at the time of your death? what will be the memory that you remember best? The hate that you could never let go of? the

Envelope this anguish that feeds on my pain Remember the old days – not humble nor vain. Be careful, be cautious; your power will fail. And

I passed all these trials; all trials by fire and only once sweetened was fake love’s desire that bore all these secrets on shy, shameful

Let’s say that this is our first time Your perfect lips so soft on mine With gentle hands on silky skin And warmth that pools down deep

~Desolate You left me all abandoned, and, true, I should reform But you left me so desolate, so helpless, broken, torn And all I had to say to you

Dear Diary, my constant the sun forbear to shine and woes are tales of sorrow; this sorrow’s woefully mine. You bear my words without a

don’t know where to start, because i lost track of where it all began. when did i get this bad? only a memory remains of what now must go or

we sing our songs and skip along corridors will let my memory remain i’m moving far far away and there’s no-one but me to blame so

Dear Friend These past few months have changed me They’ve made me weaker still And as I drown in heartache You laugh and drink your fill You

I made a painting from my blood The sidewalk’s smeared bright red I lie down and I think of you I wonder if I’m dead I picture every