My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.