Slowly drifting into darkness and sadness.
Soul slowly dying.
Only one thing could save me.
You were to late.
Heartless become my identity.
Only thoughts that amuse are of death.
Haven't laughed in months without thinking about the cuts ill give myself each night.
Self-harm was my solution to forgetting and understanding my unworthiness.
Best friends with the thing thats killing me, enemies with my bestfriend there's no healing me.
Finally understanding i'm a dead soul.
