We take our time to remember the memories we will never wanna forget, but we take our time wondering about our own death, we take in every thought as if it were gonna be real, we sit in silence, we let the darkness take over, we take the blade to our skin to feel the relief of the pain, we let the blood roll down, as we find it in comfort. The memories will began to roll through, the ones that made you happy, to the ones that made you cry. With each memory, you seem to find something bad, your thoughts of happiness are now thoughts of darkness. Your only hope and dream is to be free from all of this pain and suffering.
{j.m.t}
