I'm dying to live because they left the kids in the dark, kicking them when they're down. They can't drown their demons they know how to swim. It's like you're sleepwalking into suicide season.  But who will save them now?  Giving them baby scars throughout their wrists. But wrists are for bracelets..

Knowing that you're not alone and seeing what's beyond the therapy, becoming a walking travesty, makes me feel like you can make it to the sunrise without fighting the same old war without a core. 

I always have these thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what I once bought. No car radio.

Now I just sit in complete and utter silence, knowing that sometimes to stay alive you've got to kill your mind.

Being called an american idiot, walking down the boulevard of broken dreams with 21 guns pointed at you.

But you're not alone.

Being told to go to hell for heaven's sake, with a grim chelsea smile. Would you still be there? In this hospital for souls? If you can't hang, then this is no place for animals and introduced species.

Welcome to the black parade of the beaten and the damned. It seems that hell can get comfy once you've settled in. You tend to be blessed with a curse, not being able to feel your own heart. It feels like forever..

And it never ends.