Wishing you weren’t there anymore. Talking your way out of all things public. Hiding in the shadows. Regretting ever being born.
The only thing you have is the knife. It seems to be the only thing that will make you have some sort of security. As you watch the blood flow you know that you are still alive. Although you don’t feel any thing anymore. Completely numb inside and out.
The pain ripping your heart to shreds. With every piece that falls to the floor you loose yourself a little more.
With every heart you break you fall even more. The pit of lost dreams is a dark and lonely place.
When you loose your grip on you last stitch of hope. When you loose yourself. When you give up the fight. You will truly be lost.
