Sometimes,
I like to think
that the wrinkles on
the palm of my hands
Are the amount of sins
I've made since birth

im Sorry I’m crying.


butReallyimnotsoSorryatall


i Don’t feel that I’m dying  


infactIfeelNothingatall

i Don’t need to explain

WhenactuallythereMayneverbeanExplanation

dont Ask me to change, because im already trying

I cry in silence and in the Night because I’m afraid to Feel, and see the light

I love you or maybe not?

I’m to young to have a any sort of crysis

But down deep
I think I’ve had one all along.