I am thinking of you to the extent that I came up with the conclusion that I am, officially, missing you.
It sucks how some people use you when they need you and then they put you aside like you didn't even matter to them from the beginning...
The blood is fresh and I wonder, what did I do to deserve this pain..
"death is power and goth is pride
...that's the way I feel inside"
it hurts to see some one else in your arms...it hurts to see your lips pressed against some one elses lips...it hurts to know that that you have eyes for some one else...