...............L-0-V-3.............

..... a heart is just an organ that pumps blood, how is it that it is said to break? how is it that it is said to feel so much never ending pain? what does all that mean? Maybe it is a figment of our imagination. Maybe it doesn't really feel, our minds are what feel, rather send impulses that make us believe that we are feeling when in reality we are just numb........

Well at least that would be the easiest explanation to everything....

But i know better. I know that when you let someone touch or graze that inner sanctum that we all call a heart, we are but asking for trouble we do not require... I know that when we ask to be loved, we are only searching for unrequited love. We are searching for a fantasy that cannot be achieved in reality......

I used to be a true believer of love, love that would come and knock down my door, bang me so hard in the head and never leave... guess thats why its called a dream, they can barely survive an hour in reality....

Sometimes i hate how i can't hate, I hate how i can't stop loving... its as though i am superhuman, my heart cannot handle hate!!!!!....

It kills me to see the tears and the fear, it tortures me the way smiles are just but fixated plastic on faces, how hugs no longer seem full of trust....

I just want to loose the fake smile, I want to have an honest laugh, I want to know what it means to love again, to hold your hand, to Love again......

I want to know What L-O-V-E is........

I don't want to do things  I regret no more, i want change......

I want to run far away from this place and never come back... i want to start over be a new creation in GOD, and person...

I want so many things that reality counters...... so i have to take what is there and live with the fantasy, hoping that one day it will be a reality.....

Cut CUT, CUT, CUT, CUT,

CUT,

BLEED, BLEED, BLEED, BLEED,


BLEED...

..................DI3......die................

We are making a mark!!!