Hawthorne Heights

And yet again, that sinking feeling. Slowly dropping to the pit of my stomach. I could vomit. A glimpse of a photo and I'm done. I can't be her. In fact, I do not want to. There is no way I can be what she is to you, because I am too much like you. I can only be me. Which is strange - if only she knew, what we used to be.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die,
Because you kill me.

Tear Stained Pillows

Sometimes in the darkness I just lay and lay and look up at the blackness
I think about all the "why's" and "why not's" and about all things uncertain
And then I think to myself "Maybe I'm depressed" as I think about the smudges I know are on my pillow
But then I think "Maybe this is what love is"

New Beginnings

"But what are you afraid of?"

I'm afraid of losing everything I have worked so hard to keep, in the blink of an eye. Hold me forever, I'm losing it.