The feeling of stabbing yourself in the chest with thousands of pins and needle and driving them further in with a hammer Rip out my eyes If darkness was all I could see I woudlnt miss these skies I wouldnt miss these times the times when i was so happy I fell from so high I wish these memories didn't haunt me these memories mean nothing to me when I get back I'm not the world of reality remebering does nothing but remind me of times I know I'll never feel again so I'll shut my eyes and hope tomorrow I die my eyes are burnt with images of death all I want is to take my last breath they scorched my eyes burnt images of beautiful skies images that have made me blind nohting's pretty anymore with the outline of the floor constantly over them (who needs love when you've got pain) rip down my soul tear me apart slit my wrists cure this itch beneath my skin

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