im bad again.
i was afraid it was going to happen.
afraid that I was going to be here,
sitting in the corner in the dark
alone.
i cant breath
im haunted
feel wrist and those marks that had been long gone and had healed; fresh once again.
that tiny spark of hope and happiness.
back to emptiness.
back to loneliness
i want to scream
I want to cry
can't anyone see in my eyes
that I'm dying inside
