Thoughts

Who Would've Thought (continued)

All that stuff that you thought could never reach you has breached you. Has formed your mind into a suicidal line of emptiness. The words you speak cut into your soul like a thousand knives. But you try to smile anyways. Every tear that has came down that face of yours has became blood from your body dripping to the floor. You will tell others "it's ok I'm fine" and continue like you have a life but you know that's tonight's the night. That demon that crawls around your room is depression telling you that darkness and death is your only friend. I tried running away. Out of all the things you could've said to me. "Tater go back. Go home." Was your choice. It felt like a burst of myself relaxing. I let go of the doorknob and it seemed like I was letting go of my problems. It didn't feel like normal night time setting and dark grass. It felt, new. They are the ones that masters the fakest of all personalities and laughs like they're hollow. Smiles with a broken heart but loves the strongest.