A secret. Secret: Kept from knowledge or view; marked by the habit of discretion; something kept hidden or unexplained; only shared confidentially with a few. - I tried to kill myself for 6 years. - I despise looking at myself in the mirror. - Loving him has saved my life. - I cry myself to sleep almost every night. - My mother sometimes blames me for my brothers death. - My dad cheats on my mom. - I've gone to a psychiatrist off and on for 13 years. - I don't believe in myself. At. All. - I ...

No one is perfect until you fall in love with them; but then perfection doesn't matter.

Forgiven. All is forgiven. I remembered. Oh how I remembered. Five months ago. But I remember it all. Every detail like it was just yesterday. Wednesday, September 21, 1994 2:17pm I stare carelessly out the front windshield of this piece of shit Dodge Caravan. Why I kept it, who knows. Maybe it’s the memory. The smell of decaying corpses in the back; or the blood stains on the side door; either way, it’s still a piece of shit. My hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter as the rain start...

Forgiven. All is forgiven. I remembered. Oh how I remembered. Five months ago. But I remember it all. Every detail like it was just yesterday. Wednesday, September 21, 1994 2:17pm I stare carelessly out the front windshield of this piece of shit Dodge Caravan. Why I kept it, who knows. Maybe it’s the memory. The smell of decaying corpses in the back; or the blood stains on the side door; either way, it’s still a piece of shit. My hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter as the rain start...

Wednesday, September 21, 1994 2:17pm I stare carelessly out the front windshield of this piece of shit Dodge Caravan. Why I kept it, who knows. Maybe it's the memory. The smell of decaying corpses in the back; or the blood stain on the side door. Either way, it's still a piece of shit. My hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter as the rain starts to fall. Beating steadily down in a pattern that would drive even the sanest person crazy. So steady. So melodic. So annoying. I flick the wip...

Wednesday, September 21, 1994 2:17pm I stare carelessly out the front windshield of this piece of shit Dodge Caravan. Why I kept it, who knows. Maybe it's the memory. The smell of decaying corpses in the back; or the blood stain on the side door. Either way, it's still a piece of shit. My hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter as the rain starts to fall. Beating steadily down in a pattern that would drive even the sanest person crazy. So steady. So melodic. So annoying. I flick the wip...

Wednesday, September 21, 1994 2:17pm I stare carelessly out the front windshield of this piece of shit Dodge Caravan. Why I kept it, who knows. Maybe it's the memory. The smell of decaying corpses in the back; or the blood stain on the side door. Either way, it's still a piece of shit. My hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter as the rain starts to fall. Beating steadily down in a pattern that would drive even the sanest person crazy. So steady. So melodic. So annoying. I flick the wip...

The cruelest lies are told in silence.

Bittersweet Intoxication It's the death in the air Forever reaching to grasp Onto my blank canvas Drawing on it my memories In the blankets of blues and greens To remain lost amongst serenity Could you hold me here? And we could escape All the mistakes we've made Could you help me now? Take my hand we'll run away To my make-believe world Colourless rainbows Plus cherry covered trees Paint against my background Thow away what we thought we knew We could stay here if you wanted No one can find ...

This time she won't even try to fight As you tape her mouth, hold her tight Tie her with leather, give it a twist, Now hold her close, as you slit her wrist. Break her neck, oh what a sight Get some flowers, bury her right But one last time, before you go Tell her you love her, she has to know Steal the evidence, so it won't stain Then burn it in the pouring rain. You can't play now though, find the gun Try not to cry, you know it was fun But then again, rape is not for everyone.