That silver friend of mine reunited to my skin such a familiar pain. In this insanity this is all I know is real the warm blood dripping down my wrist that I attempt to hide as I hope I bleed out while I sleep they offer me sweets to calm me not realizing I have no sense of reality left in me is it poison filled with blades is it even real or just a object my mind has created to convince me things are just fine I continue to write during this moment of dying, because I'd like to look back on this if I do survive to know how foolish I was. To know where I went wrong to try to figure out what caused this break in my mind. I'm not feeling well I'm dizzy my chest burns I left that safe haven of mine now having to ignore the worrisome sounds Daniel makes as he reads the words I type not taking me seriously hasn't even bothered to check my wrist for the blood that seems to still be running out sorry to stain the beautiful lavender purple shirt he gave me but I needed to not see as such a sight would cause me to panic and I can't do that right now I tried to get away I tried to make it better I tried to do everything I was taught everything they ask but it was worse it was more of a mess than what I was capable of doing with my bare hands he sits and acts fine as I lose all track of reality he really is greed I'm begging you for fucking help and you can't hear me you can't understand you haven't looked LOOK LOOK AT IT LOOK AT THE MESS THAT HAS BEEN CREATED I am broken. Use my key.
