She paints a pretty picture
But this story has a twist
Her paintbrush is her razor
And her canvas is her wrist

She paints a pretty picture
In a color thats blood red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm

She painted a pretty picture
But this picture has a twist
anda see her mind was her razor
And her jantung was her wrist


This pain I have is deep in my soul.... No one can console. I am sorry but I don't need your help anymore, I need to find a way to let my dark spirit soar.

cinta : it hurts like hell and no one will care about it if its not about them. cinta sucks.Love sometimes turns out good but not the one im in. He will never see this and never hear about this.


cinta sucks guys.Don't fall for it. My jantung was screaming for him for a long time and now it hurts for him. It hurts for him only.

Sometimes I want to be a Vampire. They cant feel pain. Maybe if I had A Vampire friend they would take away my soul so i won't have to suffer pain ever again. Suffer pain for him.

Maybe if he ever sees this this is what i have to say : I cinta anda and I still do. I cinta anda with all of my heart. All of my soul. I don't care if anda don't cinta me back. I will still cinta you.Goodbyes won't be enough.highschool will tear us apart. we won't ever see eachother after it so i will forever hold onto the memorys from highschool.

Whats the use of a heart
when your jantung gets broken
what is the use of breath
if anda make me breathless
what is the use for a soul
if your soul gets stolen
What is the use of speech
if anda never speak to me
what is the point of feelings
if someone dislikes anda for them
what is the point of anda and me
if anda knew it will never work out
and i thought it
so here i lay crying on the floor
" I cinta you.. And i still do"
anda go froget my feelings for you