Death before dishonor. I go hard or go harder. The words make the men. My words are dark and killing. My heart is bleeding. Fear is all Im seeing. Bloody tears are what Im what Im cry. Thinking I should be dying soon with my mind no so toned right. Crazy in flies my soul tho the moonlit night. With my pain as my only pleasure. To levels with no measure. Ask i do I not be idle to be loved and free. To not protect. But vet the protecter. Can I. Will I. Find a love likes hers in a mind opened and broken. How can know my unspoken. With my soul chained and holding dear to my insanity. To witch I thrive. But now I end this in blood with my tears. And tho my skin thanks to my knife who help me sleep on this moonlit night.
How do you feel?
I love you. You know I do. I hope you do at least I hope so. You say how much you and you miss me. But then lie to yourself on how you feel for me. I don’t know what to do. You care you love you fight and feel for me. But vet you never say you love. In your heart you know you do. So why not show me and and yourself your true feelings. I wish to you know all the joy you givin me. And to know that all this time you do love me and always have that you equal to no. And never second best. Now be prideful and love like I know you can. Yunno