Money cant buy Love, and Love cant buy bread either.

I am
the ******* child
of
insomnia
and mental illness

She was screaming so silently...
It made my heart ache.

It feels much like suffocation
In a room with ventilation.*

- (A.F)

Put a rose in my hair
And i will smile,
Leave a note at the bedside
Yea, do it with style;

Take my hand in yours
When you go for long walks,
Lets sit by the lake
As we watch the swimming ducks;

Let me see the sunset in your eyes,
And smell the perfume on your neck:
And when i fall asleep in your arms,
Leave on my lip nothing less than a peck;

I might not wake up to see you here,
Just leave with me a night to remember:
But if i do wake up still in your arms,
I will make you mine forever.