My pen runs its black blood as i realize that my thoughts don't want to be in my mind. They fight their way out, but i wont let them, i cant.
Memories of happy and good times all i have left.
things aren't what they seem
the thought of considering it tonight is a big decision but my mind is finally made up.
schizophrenic thoughts corrupt me as i put this Razor down.
i notice you staring back at me, you werent there before .
i didn't think my misery would be getting any worse.
Everything inside of me has died.
