There are some things you just don't want to talk about. Or know about. Or think about. Mostly because they hurt. Or because they hold bad memories and thoughts that will only lead to bad things.
Or maybe it's just due to bad experiences.
I mean, take love for example. I despise talking about it because to be honest, I don't really believe in it.
I mean, I know you can love your family and your friends, but when it comes to being IN LOVE with someone and being destined for them...

Tear me down and break my soul
take my life, Im spinning out of control.

My knees are weak and scraped to shreds.
My wrists black and blue from being tied to the beds.

My body wretched, sliced by a knife.
Someone please just come and take my life.

My mouth torn open, throat sore and dry.
I want to scream, please just tell me why?

My blood bleeds black, You stole my heart.
Took it and just ripped it all apart....

My hear races as your walking in the doors.
Im afraid.

You just give me that sadistic look.
Making my flesh crawl.

My arms being twisted behind me.
I can feel my body being bent over the bed.

Grasping the matress trying to escape your
forceful grip.

Suddenly I feel It.
A sharp pain in my side.

A needle pressed into my skin burning me,
stinging.

Whimpering in pain.
I still...

From the moment I saw your beautiful blue eyes glisten, I knew.
I knew you were all I wanted.

The way you laugh is adorable, The cutest thing I have ever heard.
Its so contagious.

The way that you long brown hair flows over your shoulder, slightly touching your face in the wind.

Theres more to you than just good looks.
More than just your stunning body.

Its that way that you talk to me.
You speak so gently, you have...

Im Sitting here again.
The bathroom floor is beggining to feel more comforting each time.

My wrists laying at my sides.
The blood that stains the floor beside me.
I did it again.

I know what you all think.
How could you?
are you stupid?

I can't help myself.
If you only knew.
The sharp rigged edges that pierce my skin is my only escape.
My getaway.

Feeling the cold turn into burning heat.
...

Your eyes are burning through my flesh.
I can't speak.
Im stuttering, choking out the words.
Im afraid you wont like what I say.
That I'll speak of something you didn't want to hear.

You'll get mad.

I constantly try my hardest to please you.
I always seem to fail.
I just don't understand what you want from me.

I swallow hard trying to force myself to walk into the same room as you.
I am so scared that you will hate...