Am I faking now?? Am I doing it for attention?? I don’t think so. Now you see how many god damn mistakes you made. No matter how much you deny it I’m still fucking gone. No matter how much you say “it can’t be”, I’m still fucking gone. Now that I’m gone you guys know how much pain I’ve been through. There's nothing you can do, but sit there and cry.

 Roses are wilted, violets are dead, the demons are going around, and around in my head.

“Am I broken?? Am I flawed?? Do I deserve a shred of worth, or am I just another fake fucked up lost cause.” - Anson Sebrea