Haven't you ever felt that you were nothin,like you were a hollow ghost just floating in mid air.Every moring and night you get on your knees,hold a cross to your beating heart and pray to god so you can live another day. When friends shread you to pieces with their words like wood in a woodchipper on full blast.As you feel the speeding bullets of your crashing tears hit your baby soft skin.When your gut twists up in nots and start trembaling in fear as you hit the blood stained ground.As you try to say something,the words just slip out as if you were walking on a wet wooden floor.Not even trying to break free,it's almost like your just kicking back and relaxing as if it were your vacation.It's almost like you were strapped to a chair with a bomb strapped to your heaving chest waiting for you to break out.As if you were feeding on the pain to keep yourself sain. Reasisting the vissions of you pressing your sweaty oily body against your lover.Taking a razor sharp knife and slicing your angel thin skin and stare sadley at your volcano red blood slatting on the empty abanded floor.
