Azreal

"when i hate myself,its not me who cries when i stab my arm,its not me who bleeds its my soul...... and i dont know why but it cant stop crying and neither can i and i dont know why but it cant stop..."

"its sad to say that im not much compared to most my skin is cold to the touch i gaze in astonishment at beauty and such because its not me,my souls been cut too much too many scars i stare in your ey..."

"sometimes....its so hard to rememberthe good times..though times were never good the 'better' times stand outi look at the fall cloudsas they blanket the moonah, the moonhow beautifulit symbolizes joy..."

"sometimes....its so hard to remember the good times.. though times were never good the "better" times stand out i look at the fall clouds as they blanket the moon ah, the moon how beautiful it symboli..."