wy why wwhy is the questoiin i keep asking mself. why try? why bother? i cant do this anymore, i cant live liek this anymore. i sit on an edge wondering who will miss me, knowning that you dont even know im gone because this is just the way i am...i tend to dissapear., but ill come back. you always knmow that . and i hate my predictability, i hate the stabilty i have found in something so fleeting and not there because i have distorted my reality in order to make myself happier than i appear, because i hope you know im dying right before your wide open eyes and when i walk away i shed a tear knowing i grow another day closer to the demise of my day dreams. which is you of course so tell me tell me tell every thought in your precious mind and show me show me show me everything your heart desires. i will give you all i can... i will give you all ihave left intact of my heart. its yours its yours take it break it use it as you may drink it share it throw it all away.... either way i will tell myself the best scenario to make myself justified. but really, i need to say goodbye to this universe i have created because im sinking cant you see? im sinking, im dying...im loosing anytihng i have left do u want it?