Skidmarkpie

Someone told me today that a band saved their life that they were depressed and suicidal and that this group of people who they didn't know in person saved them from death no you saved yourself they may have been able to inspire you to give you hope to let you know you are not alone but ultimately you pulled yourself out of that hole you picked yourself up again you planted your feet back on the ground and YOU decided to live another day it was all you

At times like this, I feel so alone, I know you're here, I know you love me. Yet still I feel withdrawn, cloaked within myself, hiding. I long to be... wanted, desired, liked, loved. It is like a drug, I cannot quit. Maybe it's the depression, but when I'm like this, there are two drugs I crave, love and solitude. Torn between being alone, so you won't see the pain, and being loved enough to erase the pain. Each day it grows, worse and worse, needing more and more, until I drain you dry, with nothing left to give. Waiting for you... to touch me, to want me, to hold me, to love me. At tim

I wish I could tell you.. Could tell you how much I miss you How much I love you And how sorry I am For dragging you into my world My world of chaos and darkness My world of lies and scemes I am sorry.. I never meant to hurt you But I did.. I am not asking for forgiveness Not at all Cause I do not deserve it.. I just wish I could tell you That I am sorry for everything And I wish I could show you That I am trying to become A better person for each day that passes.

If there is one thing I've learned about humans It is that I don't really like them. They are contradictory in the extreme and seem incapable of seeing their own faults. But it is for this reason, that believe so many try to 'save' them. Their souls are quite literally damned from birth, because as they grow the seed of evil only blooms. Imagine the average male; self-obsessed and only concerned with mating. The average female uses this only to improve her status. It is as if both are happily partaking in a hedonistic courtship. Unaware that they are destined for utter pain. Somehow, I can't help but feel That between back then and now we'

It really wasn't... And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want... Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile; Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips! "Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..." Please, fucking, SPARE ME! Because when I look in this mirror, I know. When I see myself looking back at me, I know. Right here, right in front of my own blackened self; Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul. I was the problem. I was the instigator. I was the perpetrator. And when I had broken every last bit of her, I was the one, who let it al

You were alone from the start, But you didn't care back then. You were special. So special that no one could understand you. But that was special too. No one could reach you in your bubble. Then the others came. They were more special. You pulled away. While being surrounded you felt so alone. Until you were really alone. And no one could understand you. Not even you. You tried to change. But the bubble was strong. You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed. That was what the bubble was for. Then came the time when they pushed you away. They couldn't have known you are different. Are you different? you drifted away, They

I'm sorry for: fucking this up. making you cry. having issues. driving you insane. the laughs. making you love me. letting you love me. not knowing what to say. not being what you want. getting us in trouble. giving you hopes. giving you dreams. dragging you into my problems. writing this. not talking. hurting you. making you say goodbye. I'm sorry for everything. But most of all, I'm sorry for ruining what we had,                                  what we could've had,                                                       and what we'll never have.

 THIS night, tears fall, and I force myself to Forget the distance, forget your face, and forget the Unyielding pain in my veins.  I curl in my bed Counting the seconds Keeping the phone clutched In my hands, imagining your voice saying my Name and I can’t Guarantee that I won’t tell you straight out that having you away SUCKS worse than any pain you’ve caused me to endure.   07

Time is the most valuable resource we have. And I wouldn't want anybody Especially not you To spend something so valuable On something so worthless Like me.

I want to cry but I laugh I want to frown but I smile So no one has the burden of knowing how I feel But you do, you can see it in my eyes and you comfort me That is why you are my friend