Close the door,
turn up the music,
scream till you cry,
these are the ways i release the pain in my soul,
the way i release the anger i have built up toward you,
these are the hardest things to get over,
pain that sits and sits
growing and growing,
never ceasing to hurt,
never ceasing to cause more distress,
only the pain of many can stop the pain of your soul
for a time being,
pissed and not caring for others
pissed and only caring about the blood the runs freely
to the ground pooling around the dead bodies
sit and write to you cant write anymore,
write anything that comes to mind,
always you keep you fingers moving,
never stop typing
don\'t worry about the mistakes till the time comes,
to stop and read what came out,
read the writing that only comes from hatred and anger,
the writing that can only happen when its the only thing you can do,
to prevent yourself from blowing up and hurting others,
close your eyes,
feel the pain wash over you,
will it away,
but it doesn\'t work,
try and counting,
but you only get to three and you explode,
losing all hope and happiness,
you see a knife,
and it looks like your only way out,
you grab it and cut slowing feeling the cold steel,
run across your wrist,
then in one final motion,
you slice away and your blood leaks to the ground where you sit,
you drop the knife and everything gets cold,
you get sleeping not even noticing the pain,
you close your eyes, and go to sleep never to wake up again,
to enter the forever slumber of death is your retreat from this world,
the last words ever to be spoken, good bye i shall never see you again.
