Tears stinging down my flustered cheeks. My heart aching of pain. My mind bamboozled on "love". If love is so real, then why is it the thing that causes us the most pain?
The debate of whether the stainless steel blade should hug my skin, gushing out my sadness into a puddle of hope and happiness. Only moments later to realize in reality it's just despare and temporary tranquility. The reality is I'm worthless and feed my demons. I doubt my feeding will ever halt, until it comes times to bury me in a vault.
