I got to my room, finally alone, then I start to cry, I want to enjoy life, but I can't, I don't know why, but life seems so pointless, I don't know what to do, so I got to my trust blade, cools against my skin, I let it rip through my skin let the blood ooze out, drip down, it's like my own personal drug, keeps my high out of the depths of my depression, for a little while, but just like any drug, I come crashing down, and so my cycle of addiction begins.
