vacines and vodka ; herion and heart attacks.

life is a neverending emotion .
it tear's you apart after you finally think you're better .
depression is like a sickness,
you can't stop catching it .
unlike the flu , you can't get a shot for it .

instead we inject herion instead of vacines ,
instead of exhailing oxygen we exhail smoke .
instead of consuming water we consume alcohol.

why ? because we're sick .
sick of trying ,
sick of trying to find a resolution ,
yeah you have one , but you'll never use it .
because you don't have the strength ,
you get knocked back down ,
as your self esteem follows.

sick of fighting.
sick of fighting for what's right or wrong,
when everything seems to be wrong .
the battle of life , is a fight .
a fight you never know is going to end ,
and then suddenly, it does.
Could be as fast as the speed of sound ,
or as harsh and long as a wound healing .

sick of feeling all these pains that are not nessicary .
Quite frankly I don't know if I should keep fighting for nothing,
or just swallow everything and choke .
choke on my every thought you never bother'd giving a fuck about .

how many heart's will die here tonight ?

As i sit here ,
emotions take controll over my body .
it's bin dallas green for the past 20 hours ,
no one else i rather shrug to the thought of .

As i listen to Hello , I'm in Delaware ,
thoughts of you pass in and out of my mind .
Everytime I'm over you I'm not .

i broke my own heart into a million pieces ,
and your's too . I'll never have a strong enough sorry .
It hurt's alot .

Things will never be the same , ever .
but I miss your text's , if i'm at school or in bed .
and your offline messages , that were extremely long .

I was in love with you , like no other love .
And as it hurts to say ,
I'll need some time to get over this .

i'll some how make it out .

to be hurt , is one thing ,
but to hurt another , is cold .

I don't know how bad i hurt you,
and it dosen't show .
But you seem to be alright on you're own ,
for the most part.

You have all these amazing people now anyways,
so I don't see why you wouldn't be happy .

On the other hand;

Me, I thought I was doing fine.
untill the next day came along .
I thought breaking up with you , wouldn't matter at all .
To be honest, It's killing me.

It's like having a knife drove through you're heart.
and it's perminatly stuck there untill you can fix it .
Good fucking luck , Cause i'll need it .

I told you I didn't want to go out with you ,
and now I hope you know why that is.

I told myself I wouldn't miss you ,
It's not the first time I've ever lied to myself.