Darkness overwhelms my heart as I feel the sense of loneliness. I feel a million daggers piercing through my heart. Pain. What is pain? I can't feel pain anymore, no matter how many times I hurt myself, nothing happens, the marks soon go away just like my sense of humanity. It's gone red again, slightly pleasing to look at, looking at the skin redden in a matter of seconds. What happens if we die? Nothing right? Dead or alive, it's not important to me anymore, it doesn't make a single difference. I'm crying, I'm screaming, I'm staring and giggling but what's inside? Nothing. Lonely. I feel lonely. Creativity strikes again. What would happen if blood spews out? What would happen if I died?
