i myself have been stepped on so many times， it started to feel like my place.

you're cold on the inside. there's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart.

but please don't ruin this for me. please don't make it harder than it already is. i'm trying to get over this.

you were my home， mother. i had no home but you.

do you think it's easy， not biting the one you love? try loving someone so much your mouth is only at home in the place where your teeth meet the flesh of your beloved.

promise me one thing ... stay with me 'till the end.

may your heart be mine， may my heart be yours. may your sorrows be mine， may my joys be yours.

just because you carry it well doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

i often see how you sob over what you destroy， how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop， and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife， like a surgeon.

it's okay. we'll show them. we will show them all.

you know i'd always been alone 'til you taught me to live for somebody.

the night is full of stars， and here we are， talking as if there is still something in us to save.

something so foreign about family， like an ill—fitting suit.

stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.

place your trust in me， you have no one else.

come love， make me better than i was. come teach me a kinder way.

and you， you'll never really leave me ... but i don't belong to you or the wolves at my door.

and she aches just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl.

it is so much safer not to feel， not to let the world touch me.

there is a terrible emptiness in me， an indifference that hurts.

in some parallel universe， i know you held me tighter. you tried harder. you said， 'look my love， i will meet you halfway.'

if you are human， i will be human beside you. if you want to destroy the world， i will become the scourge of the world with you.

why didn't you save me?

i am full of suicides， of rotting corpses， of brittle skeleton， infecting the living parts of me. i am dead， though i do not die.

i might be a killer but i don’t want to become a monster.

the air smells like rain and you've started to forget about me.

may your heart be mine， may my heart be yours. may your sorrows be mine， may my joys be yours.

… i will bring … to you … the world that you loved…!

to be a woman is to swallow all the words you have ever wished to speak.

there is something female about being dead.