I sit here with tears running down my face
Pain and anger filling my heart
I lose faith in myself, in the world, in the ones who use the term love to me
All I seem to see or feel is pitch black, like the deep dark hole leading to hell slowly burning away my skin
Death creeps into my mind like the moon creeps in the late evening sky
I fight the thoughts but deep in my mind I know it's what I know is best
In my mind I know I've already failed life's test to see who's strong or weak
Not making the list
I grab a razor or a knife, cut my wrist and accept that I have always been nothingness.
Toni. D
