What I'm Trying to Say is What I'm Wanting to Say Without Having to Say...

I Love You. <3


Counting      The      Days          'til          My     Heart     Stops      .    .     .

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I blew it, and if I knew what to do then I'd do it.

I kissed a friend of mine, on accident,
Not to mention it was her first.
How can I say I'm sorry when I'm not?
How can I say it's right when it's wrong?


I snapped without reason to him,
He sat and heard me out.
I cried out of frustration and pain that,
Was brought upon myself, by myself.

I stare at an empty pill bottle,
Thinking of all the friendships I have made,
And all the fall-outs that were my fault.
I have no one to blame but myself for my loneliness.


"This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal"
-Panic! at the Disco