Alone I walk on that golden brick road. My life seems like there is no purpose. I want to curl up and die. Hatred, red hatred that’s what I feel. I want jump. Jump off lilifesridge into a river of tears and blood. I cry myself to sleep at night. Dreaming of darkness. I see a pile, a pile of cut wrists ad suicides. Am I in that pile. I believe so. My dear no one cares. I’m invisible! I cant even see myself anymore. Alone I walk on that golden brick road!
