Blood is thicker than water, but what if you bleed me dry?
He granted my life to me. He is the reason I live. But, he is not me. I am my own, and now? I can live without him.
A thin veneer seals the darkness out of a person, but my surface has been pierced by the depths.
It is not betrayal if I never wanted to betray you. But what does it matter? I still gave everything to kill you.
So intricately designed, so dangerously unstable, is our world built on a pile of paper.
There are those who will not see you unless you make them see you.
I am not depressed. I am not suicidal. I'm not brave enough for that.