Red is the ultimate medicine or sadness.

~if you understand this, I'm so sorry.

A noose?
or a gun?
or a knife?
Or a building?
and bye

Why do we bother with smiles when all we think about are tears.

Cut.
1. A plain line, small and shallow
2. A line, splitting open, though only a small bit.
3. Splitting open, a lot, but no stitches
4. Stitches
5. Veins in danger.

And every night, all of them, all the sad people of the world, they are screaming, whether inside, or out.

I want to die.

And then, I jumped.

The blood, it flows so smoothly. it runs down my arm. my blood pumps through my body into the open air. that's it. the feeling of death. suicide.

I loved you baby
but baby, you left me
you let me go.
now I get revenge.

"But you can't run out of your mind."