Sitting, hurting, crying,
I am still here?
I am still going though all of this?
why am I still here?
Every thing is going so wrong,
The only way i can save my self is though what I call my saviour.
The blade,
Its shape can be in any form or dimension,
It helps me though the world i see before me.
It holds me together,
It shows me I am still alive and fighting to get though.
It shows me the redness I kiss so gentle because of what the power it in holds,
In its grasp and its soul,
But its soul is mine,
My soul has been darkened,
But then again we all are darkened in the inside.
But shining like a star on the outside.
We all care but about our self’s none else matters.
I am me you are you,
I wish to leave it that way,
Till the day i die.
