I hear a knock upon the door and open it to see your form. Before I can shut you out you grab me and through me to the ground. Thoughts are rushing through my head on why you people treat me so bad. The man named suicide tells me that if I take his hand I will be alright. He can take me to place so safe where I won't have to be affraid. There are people there who are like me they see the world just how I set. The colors of black and gray remind us that it just gets worse if we stay. The man of suicide tells me of a mysterious place. In The Suicide Club he says I will be safe.
