Nishelasirimanne

Nishelasirimanne

Sitting in the dark all alone, crying silent tears. My head flips back into the dark side. The hands of depression pull me down there to remind me of all my hard times. The death gets in the way he asks me to choose between knives , blades and daggers. My arms would use it on themselves but it didn't kill me. I walked down death's  roads and found broken pieces of my heart scattered everywhere. i even found a memory, a memory i will never forget, Me going into a church altar and begging god to bring daddy home.As i walked down i came upon a dead end and suddenly my head played a video and that was of my father, he was suffering and he is dying :(