One, two, three; a tragedy that builds on destiny. Like death itself.

I couldn't take the sharp and piercing cry from her as I grabbed my phone and book and went out the door. It was irritating having to deal with her childish and stupid ways. What with her attention seeking mouth that seems to get me ito trouble for everything I did not do. I couldn't take it anymore.

I left.

I won't let you kiss me. Kill me.

He was there. I just walked on. I pushed the door open and sat on the red velvet couch. I curled myself into a ball cried to myself. Everything is falling down. It feels like hell but I know that I'm still well alive. What did I do wrong ? A reassuring hand hugged me closer to a warm body. I let him. He tells me everything happens for a reason then he lets me cry. He does not say everything is going to be okay.

Your kiss is torture but killing me would be too easy.

That's because everything is not going to be okay. I can't face all this on my own. I need him. I need answers to my never-ending questions. He lets me cry. He lets me let it all out. I don't want to know that everything is going to be okay. That's because everything is not going to be okay.

If I could do it all again, I would change most everything single thing.

Lyrics from Mest's Kiss Me, Kill Me.

toodles ;

mrye; nur mariyah.