The truth is that I am so scared of what goes on inside my head.
Heaven’s not a place you go when you die; it’s a place you live when you’re in love and alive.
But love for me could never stay. Love for me was hate; it was hate waiting to breathe.
I’ve always felt alone, but I’ve never felt like this.
I starved you of life when you had just showed me love.
The thought that I’ve torn the smile from your pale skinned face…