But where's your heart?

These bright lights...

I see you lying next to me
with words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead?
Asleep or DEAD?
DEAD.

Saying I want to die.
But you'll never hear.

I will walk this world alone.

Cure me...

-Wallflower

Note to self.

I want your love. Love is a sweet killing specialization. Am I sweet?


So I've realized I went through stages of depression.
It used to be : "I hate my life, everything around me sucks, and fuck the world."
But now it's : "What the fuck am I doing? I could be LIVING. Why aren't I? Because I'm fucking pathetic, and I hate myself."

You say that I have so much to be happy about. You're right. But how come I'm not?
You don't understand...it's not the life around me...it's just me...
I can't tell you.

My goodness...What am I going to do?
Why am I such a terrible person?
I wish I wasn't me.
I wish I was better.
I wish I lived the life I wanted to live.


But then again, who's actually living nowadays?


-Wallflower.

Send us a blindfold, send us a blade.

This helplessness...
This uselessness...
I am helpless and useless.

This feeling of not being able to help my love, is terrible.

Sometimes, I get this feeling.
It feels like there's a whole in my chest, and it compresses and compresses but it just doesn't seem to disappear.

I really don't like that feeling.

It's the feeling of being really unhappy, and sometimes that feeling just comes to me...it just comes and goes constantly.

I don't want to make you sad by being sad, but I can't help but care for you.

Goodnight.
-Wallflower

P.S. I love you =]