Logan Hileman

I hurt myself today.
          To see if I still feel.
          I focus on the pain.
          The only thing that's real.
          The needle tears a hole. 
          The old familiar sting.
          Try to kill it all away.
          But I remember everything.
          What have I become?
          My sweetest friend.
          Everyone I know goes away.
          In the end.
          And you could have it all.
          My empire of dirt.
          I will let you down.
          I will make you hurt.
          I wear this crown of thorns.
          Upon my liar's chair.
          Full of broken thoughts.
          I cannot repair.
          Beneath the stains of time.
          The feelings disappear.
          You are someone else.
          I am still right here.
          What have I become?
          My sweetest friend.
          Everyone I know goes away.
          In the end.
          And you could have it all.
          My sweetest friend.
          I will let you down. 
          I will make you hurt.
          If I could start again.
          A million miles away.
          I would keep myself.
          I would find a way...

Yeah

Do you guys even like my stories?

I'm considering writing again!

Three Rings for the Elven Kings under the sky
          Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their halls of stone
          Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die
          One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
          In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie
          One Ring to rule them all
          One Ring to find them
          One Ring to bring them all
          And in the darkness binds them
          In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie