You sit at night, just thinking about what you could do, so the time will pass you by. you sit on your bed, where your suppose to be asleep. but thats the last think you wanna do. it's so quiet that you wanna scream. but thats the last thing you can do. you have been looking at the knife on your table across the room for too long. you run over an crab it,then you look at it again. the knife cuts yore arm like it was butter. you drop the knife and throw yourself on the bed..crying and promising yourself that, it was the last time. but what happens when the next night comes?
# MY ENGLISH IS NOT THAT GOOD. I'M A DANE. SO PLEASE BE NICE ON ME :D
