" It's easy and it takes a minute. ", said the Reaper.
" Does it hurt?", she asked.
" Only your family"
" Oooh. Is there any other way out?"
" Nah, not really. "
" But what about my family?"
"They'll live. "
" What about me? *_*"
" You won't "

Nobody Said It Was Easy.
It's Such A Shame For Us To Part.
Nobody Said It Was Easy.
Nobody Said It Was So Hard.
I'm Going Back To The Start.




You know. The one thing you appreciate about life. Is the greener side. But. I've seen it all. And nothing makes sense. Trust me. It doesn't. The grass is the same color, if not a shade lighter. I'm ashamed to tell the people, I meet in my dreams, that I'm from the Earth. It's not really like me to conform with everyone else, you see. If you say you're from the Earth. I don't want to be associated with it, anymore. So. The next time people ask you where you're from. Please say Maldives.

And when you wake up in the morning and find out that the person who you're looking for jumped out the balcony. last night. The world doesn't feel the same

Okay. It's been the longest time since I've written something. Not that you care.

This last year. Sucked. It had some of the best times I've had this year. And DEFINITELY the worst.

I can't bring myself to saying all the shit that went on in the last two months of two thousand and nine. But just know. It was bad. And now I'm all alone.

I don't want to face people. Because they ask questions.

I don't want to answer these questions. Because it hurts.

And then. People take advantage of the vulnerability to tell me they're 'there' for me. When they never really are.

Your tears don't fall.
They crash around me.

I like writing when I know nobody else is reading what I'm writing. It gives you a happy feeling. God knows how much I could use some of that.

It's funny. And ironic. How I'm known as the happiest kid around. Or the one who's never sad.
When every single time I laugh. I'm pretending.

No. I don't find your jokes funny. I never have. I don't want you to stop cracking them. Because then there'll be an awkward silence between us. And I don't like those. God knows how much I hate those. At least I know you're trying. Even if it is half-no-quarter-heartedly.

It's strange how God seems to know so much. But. He couldn't let her stay with us.

I bet He knew how we'd feel. How badly the black hole sucked everything out of our lives.

It's just strange.


Off In The Night.
While You Live It Up.
I'm Off To Sleep.
Waging Wars Against The Poet And The Beat.

Desperate, I Will Crawl. Waiting For So Long. No Love, There Is no Love.
Die For Anyone. What Have I Become?

Here, love is perfected.

. + More Of Myself To Kill [Between The Buried And Me - 2002 ]

You have all wept once more... why? I would never ask
for such. Go.
I have realized for once in my existence my true
happiness. This is a first time for me... I feel
innocent, caring, and non-threatening.
Reincarnation for a better life... becoming one with
true harmony. No gods have caressed or burned me, only
nature is willing to comfort me.
Salvation is dead and all of you have passed away with
me today. I will never have to entertain or please any
of you ever again. I am alive.
My memory is the only thing keeping the old tears in
my eyes.
I still know that all of you are taking for the sake
of not leaving. You are killing the innocent for your
so-called nutrition. You are infecting our lands with
your filth. You are killing for the sake of your
promotions in life.
One day we will all be in this soil... with no gods to
slave to, and no heroes to kill for.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Yeah. It happens. Quite a lot. Sniffing as if it's your last. No, not cocaine. I can hear the voices. 'First time agaye hayn'.
I don't know what they mean. So I try listening harder. I fail. Darn.
Now, they talk in Punjabi. Something about a 7-foot tall cupboard.
I wish I was a cupboard. It'd be fun, I think. All day long, people opening and closing your doors. No wait. That would not be fun at all.
I close my eyes.
Hang my head down. It hurts. I've been thinking a lot lately.
And I think.
All goes quiet.
I hear the silence scream.

. + Faces Of Death

It's been so long. Nothing has taken place. Nothing worth writing about.
Actually. There has.
I realized exactly how much I suck. Yes. I suck. It's time I face the truth.
I should learn how to move on with life. And not think of him while watching Dear Frankie. What a sad person, I am. I need to learn how to listen to a song and not think about him.

" To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes;
Makes It So Hard Not To Cry;
And As We Sing Our Long Goodbyes;
I Almost Die. "
Everything I do, ends up in a mess.
I suck at relationships, making friends, losing friends. the whole lot. =)
But. Ugh. This life. It's just, err, I don't even know what to call it. A bitch? Yeah, that.
It's better to kill yourself than to whither away, Cobain. You messed the whole thing up, love. =)