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and there it is,
another razor in my hand.

here it comes..
the sweet blade,
braking open the skin..

blood running down my arm,
to stop the ******** screaming.

i hate this.
this feeling of being lost.
the only one that loves me,
is the one who makes me cry,
that im in love with?

no one else.

i miss the past.
where i had them.
the people who actully loved,
Me.

but im not Me anymore..
i gess..

i want them back.
i cant make up for the times,
that i ignored them.
its my own fault.
but is there any sympathy?

no.
they said.


and he took me away.
and Im gone.

i am a .. ghost.
that doesn't breathe.
that no one remembers.



and
we
are
All

Dead
Now....



This is the dark, waydown. </3