Here

These walls I have seem to grow so familiar with are not so bright.
They no longer hold daggers.
They move in no longer.
I have seem to have made it through, whether I like it or not.
The pain is still here,
It is never ending, but now I have found a better way to ease the pain.
I still need you whether you care or not.
I still need silence, I am just not sure if I need the knife or not.
All this I have said, all that everyone else has said is nothing but repititon.
This was the year I failed everyone.