I've learn to hate myself

She whispered the words that "I'll miss you"
Said I'll be back sometime before our hearts grow cold.

But, i'm the only firefly in her jar!

Life has been a tide of emotion these few days.
i honestly do not know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's time to be silent, or maybe it's time for me to go back to my roots.
you know it's like i've never really give up on love, i just get fed up and force myself to not want it, but still deep inside me, i want it more than my next breath.



Sleep. is. for. the. weak.


Note to Self:
What will be my last thought as i draw my last breath?

What's yours?