but you admit that you’re lonely, you’re as cold as a statue pleading ‘fuck me’ on the marble that was used to create you i cant stand that you’re talking when you shouldn’t be living i didn’t dodge all your bullets i just denied that they hit me 
so when my body is bleeding i wont admit that this hurts because admitting isn’t fixing so then what is it worth so to say you’re unhappy is like saying you’re sorry it’s nothing that i care to hear 

— Diário de Uma Paixão