It's kinda like when you're laying there in the dark and you know somethings there... but you don't know what.It's that feeling of emptiness when you lose someone. The feeling of helplessness right before your dagger meets your heart. Decisions are fragile a false move can cause all of it to collapse on me. Wondering why I haven't yet killed myself off. Wondering why must this world damn me the the chambers of no return. This confusion has taken over m... inside and out... So much that it's viewable by the world. I can't escape it when its printed on my forehead for everyone to see. For everyone to point to and laugh. Laugh at the anger and pain inside which will soon lead to my suicide. No one may understand this that I'm writing because it's deeper than your little brains would like to work but what made for you to get is whats made for you t get and this is only made for one person to get and thats me. Go ahead and tell me that life will get better and concurring my emotions is just around the corner...Well Ive been around that dark cracked corner only to hit another corner and end up worse than I was before. So do me a favor and keep your pity hearts to yourself for I'm not listening anymore. Not listening to anyone but my most loyal friend... My knife. the only thing thats been there from day one... Showing and helping to know my misery... Painfully digging into my skin on...two... blood drops drip... Entering the land of no return...Deeper deeper until it burns... Hoping to the heavens and the devils below.... Let this fatal cut be my last blow..... So your telling me I'll get better....Don't be too quite sure
