Hes slowly dying he stopped trying he doesn't want to see tomorrow hes lost to reality that no one loves him lost to his thought about killing him self hes a cutter hes a pyro hes a freak to his piers hes a psycho with sick thoughts of painting his walls with his blood but he cant because he wont cause he couldn't deal with shame in it but he thinks of it any way he does it any way ripping the knife a cross his through blood splashing the floor collapsing to the floor he loves the blood spraying across the floor when he coughs running down his through when he breaths drowning in his blood
