so it hurts to breathe. i feel like ive died inside. my life ended when you said goodbye for the final time. i never want to fall in love ever again. its pointless and painful. love is a lie. dont stick me with the knife again. no more bullets inside me to kill off what hasnt already rotted. praying for a homicide. because suicide is just too hard. there is no light at the end of the tunnel. feeling drained. feeling mortified. feeling murdered. do you wanna come out and play? or is it impossible when your heart has decayed?