Dark shadows everywhere, haunting me day and night. Can't seem to get away, can't seem to find a place to hide that they don't find me. Day after day they call out to me, they want me to give up and I feel myself slowly giving in. To tired to fight, to tired to care whats the use of fighting anymore when in the end I know I'm going to lose. Fighting to see 15 years of age it's getting harder to resist the calls of death. It would be easier to give up and let my demons take me, but for some reason I keep fighting, fighting for a lonely, broken exsistence. Parents divorced, sibblings fighting, me yelling. Theres nothing here for me so why do I hold on? I don't know, maybe it's Brandon but who knows. My demons are overwhelming, they hand me the tools in which to end my life and yet through all my pain and suffering I still reject. Fearing the end is near, I lay down my head and pick up the knife, the end is here and my lonely, broken exsistence is put out of it's misery.
