Feeling of hate, neglect, suffering as the blood stains my skin with open wounds. I sit in this corner listening to lonely tunes. As shadows hunt me up day and night, voices scream and show awful sights. Darkness surrounds me with open arms waiting for me to give into it's harm. My heart cold as ice and will never thaw. While emptiness inside me surrounds my soul. I'm like a broken record that won't play at all. I'm at the edge of my cliff with no one to break my fall. The deeper I dig the darker it gets. The higher I climb the farther I get. The more I try the farther i sink. I'm like a ghost waiting hopeless in the night waiting for someone to notice my dark swollen light. As I draw these plaintive capricious images. I feel hollow, and have sleepless nights. These burdens I carry are like no other. They make my heart stop beating for the moments I scruple and torture my mind to the diffident of no return. My hands are like deaths call a curse just waiting for someone, but yet the fall. And I'm left on my own once and for all. I'm like a bird with our wings, I'm different then all left in a nest to do after all. My scars are never healing and they don't prevail. For I am hiding in a room with no lights at all. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. It's like there's water in my lungs and I'm drowning from within. I can't take another step, as I stand on this cliff of forgotten ones. So don't lean on me as I fall a sway. Let the ocean take me as I drift away into
the nothingness I am today
