Some night u are just looking at the knife in ure hands. Not knowing why u are not going trough with it. And stil wandering what it would change of u wouldn't do it.
One of those nights when u are looking at ure room and thinking who would get it if I left?
Why don't people understand it?
Leaving this world leaving this place it doesn't and everything. It just ends one little thing. Something that barley exist anyway. So why? Why still here. How longer I stay the worse it wil get. The harder it will be to leave. The only happiness left are u dreams but even they are turning into nightmares. It time I'm sure. Tonight or...
