"If you want to know who i am, all you will need is some paper and pen. The blank space is my mind, you fill it with ink, i fill it with time, and i cant even think. I find myself every day, suicidal and what can i say, im in denial, emotions on trial, and if i could stop i very well may. I see the reality coming to me, life is just one big formality, we try to reach the top but when you stop you can only fall its then, that you see my life scares the ♥♥♥♥ out of me, you run and hide to try and get the thoughts trapped inside of your head but one day you slip and rapidly, the thoughts come spilling out of me. To live so long and die so young, this is why bodies werent meant to be hung."