i'm not afraid of death because i'm afraid i'll go to hell i'm not afraid of death because i think i'll be forgotten i'm not afraid of death because i'm afraid no one will care i'm not afraid of death because i think i will become nothing but a rotting corpse i'm not afraid of death because i know i'll be missed i'm not afraid of death because all my thoughts will go to waste i'm not afraid of death because i will never remember anything that has happened this life time i'm not afraid of death because i don't know if i'll get another life time i'm not afraid of death because i want to live forever i'm not afraid of death because i might not ever breath, hurt or heal again i'm afraid of death because i'm afraid that there will be another life and that all of our souls will be recycled i'm afraid that the soul of Einstein, of Lincoln, of Mother Teresa but they are left unnoticed this time around i'm afraid that my soul will never meet you's ever again.... you are by far the most beautiful person i've ever met. not just physically but mentally. not just towards me. towards so many around you. so many people that no one else believes in.. but you do.i'll probably ever tell you this... i know i've told you a million time that i see so much good in you but this does not even begin to justify how wonderful you've shown yourself to be.

i had the most amazing experience of my life just this morning... i was reading a blog from this site. and the girl was talking about how no one notices the small beauties of the world. like the stars, which i do. and sunrises. it made me realize that i hadnt watched a sunrise in two years. so i ambitiously looked up on line when the sun would rise. it was only 5 minutes from then.. so i shut the laptop and grabbed my favorite blanket, ran down the stairs and snuck out my front door. i realized how many trees were blocking my view from my porch so i walk to the end of my driveway and just stood there. and watched the beautiful blue sky slowly turn orange in an area and the clouds above me were slowly parting. i stood there wrapped up in my blanket feeling the breeze and it made me excited and weak in the knees. so i sat down and my cat came trotting down the driveway to watch the sunrise with me. and everything was beautiful as it lightened i couldn't help but let out gasps and sighs of happiness. i felt like i was in the center of everything.i could hear a train, i could hear cars, i could hear birds sing their morning song. i believe i heard the first door open and close in my neighborhood. i saw one car that didn't even turn onto my road, i saw two ducks flying low across my neighbors lawn and it was beautiful. there was too much beauty to be affected by there loud quacks. i saw my neighborhood come alive. when it could light enough i decided to come in. as soon as i stood up i realized my knees and legs were shaky from excitement. i glance behind me and my cat quickly followed at my heels. i think i made perfect timing cause as i almost reached my door i heard the first car go down my road.. ruining the nature. i snuck back in through the garage and quietly back to my room. and i realize after writing all this... it'll never even express how beautiful it was.. i've never felt more alive. i'll always keep this as a memory.. at least i hope i never forget

i'm ready to face the night i'm ready to drown it in tears standing on your highest throne and feeding off our fears i'll yell as loud as i can and maybe i'll reach some ears maybe we won't collapse maybe the end was never near

i'm so sick of running i'm so sick of this game a young heart died today so why does the killer get the fame?

my thoughts are overwhelming. i can feel them weighing me down. this town is so depressing. we went cruising and the more i looked the more the streets looked like a funeral. people in black walking aimless down sidewalks and across streets. the old joke "who died?" because a little less of a laughing matter cause i think one day when i wasn't paying attention the whole town died little by little. until the trees were bare. and the wind blew threw each crack in each wall freezing the hearts of the inhabitants. now the funeral starts. the figures line the street. the big tree in front of an important building lit up in irony. merry fucking christmas our holiday is dead. the flashing bulbs. the warning signal. the many colors are not for enjoyment they are for safety.