The dark tears.
I love being this way...

I wonder how
how the gun pressed against my head would feel...

Chaos
In my mind...

Counting down,
My final days...

In one year
Out the other...

Written words
Detailing the final...

It's back
I was content...

I think its gone
I don't feel the emptyness in my gut...

July 30th
I can honestly say that was...

I reach out,
Years of hiding everything...

My emotions
My hope...

Left behind.
They all deserted you...