I'm Here, Got No Choice.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

You Get Mixed Messages Because I Have Mixed Feelings.

To Create Something Beautiful About Despair Or Out Of A Feeling Of Despair Is For Me The Most Hopeful Life Affirming Thing A Person Can Do