I realised I've written pages and pages trying to rid you off my bones.
But it seems like it isn't going anywhere.

Every single time I cry.. I get a lil' bit stronger.

If only everything was simple…
I feel like making myself disappear..
Wouldn’t it be good if one doesn’t have a heart?
When you get hurt, you wouldn’t bleed, and when you get sad, you wouldn’t tear.
You wouldn’t need to have pride nor a tinge of dignity.
The disdain you see shining through my eyes,
could only be the paralysed side of my heart,
with the other side dissolving into nothing.