...I stopped looking for monsters under my bed, when I realized they were actually in my head...
...and the night seemed to drag...
done with tomorrows
prisoners in LOVE
my heart is frightened and so am I
tonight would be a beautiful night to die...

...I´ll carve his name into my wrist,fall deeper into my own tricks....
for only I know who I am, for I dared not to become anyone else
and it never works
can´t escape
out of these feelings
out of the FEAR, I became...
..forgetting my hate with music and releasing my sorrow with poetry...
...I´m alone in my own story...