The light from the moon.
Reflections from the water.
eel the need to hide.
the cold air,stinging her neck.

Dear Angel,
Let me speak my peace.
sometimes evrything seems like it falling apart.
things falling away,from you.Know how that feels?
You don't know how it feels.No one does, no one ever knows how someone else exactly feels.

And you just feel the need to go six feet underground.
Death, your dearest friend.
And enemy in love.

YES,Denial.



The thing is i still care. i want you to be okay.
I'm not holiding onto anything.
Its just my heart beating.
The fact is that everyone knows, the buterfly won't flutter around unattractive things.
this that have no significance to them.
Yet people still care.
Pain.
it hurts ,but too bad.Thats just the way life is.