The life I've livedWhat more can one ask forApart from a grand exitSlit of the wristTotal bliss

I trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingSaid I was your moon and you were the starsYou're so deceivingI trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingThe wound is deep Blood is seeping

Like the shadow of deathThe residue of heartbreakAlways lingers in the backgroundWith its darkness threatening to consume you

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Carved deep into my veins but didn't bleedOverdosed on sleeping pills but didn't sleepWhen your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breatheClearly there's a GodBut why has he forsaken me?

You said you love me, how could words be so empty

And in the face of adversity always remember your light shines brightest in the dark

The happiest of endings begin with a struggle so embrace yours

I live wherever you are cos honestly there's no better place to call home.

I live wherever you are cos honestly there's no better place to call home

Life doesn't require that we be the best, only that we try our best.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

The ego of the mind can entrap you in a web of dilution.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

Let us watch against PRIDE in every shapepride of intellect, pride of wealth, pride in our own goodness.

There's always that sense of because we're so racially defined, if you're trying to cross the boundaries you don't fit into any particular space.

What makes me fully alive is anything. Really just being alive is enough.

A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all.