I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?

I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so

He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life