"Cigarettes after shrek"

Music is my drug

حداقل زیر یه آسمونیم.

ولی من هنوز دارمشون:)

تعریف از خود نباشه جوان ایرانی هستم و هنوز خودکشی نکردم.

And I'm just a dead at the end of the day.

I disappear. I'll go and I'll never return. Like all the time I needed to fly but no wings to fly. Now I have wings to disappear. So...

Strange how life is.

Closing your eyes to disappear You pray your dreams will leave you here, But still you wake and know the truth - No one's there.

I've got to run

Angel's of horror.

The seats are empty. The theatre Is dark. Why do you keep acting?

I want to feel again.

Do you miss it? Can you feel it? How do you cope? Where do you put the pain? Where do you leave it when you lie down to sleep? Do you sleep? Have you been Sleeping? Or is everything too much? Have you considered taking a step back? Have you look at your choices lately? Are you still you?