it's amazing how people lie through their teeth, telling me things they  think I want to hear.  do they not know that I can tell they are lying, I see their circumstance, I know what they mean, and I

grotesque and hidden my thoughts have been.  unaware am I, as are those around me.  They sense it though, they never get too close, and it gives it a chance to fester, to grow, and creep forward.  The

Everything is gray to me.  colour is so rare in my world, for I am so blind to all that can make me happy.  The only colour I seem to see is the crimson-vermillion of blood ridden tears, tearing those

sorry babe, it was good while it lasted, but could have never survived.  what you've done, what I've done, and the distance to come.  I've never felt nothing for anyone, and you'll not be the first,