I can feel my head hurting.
my brain pulsing inside my skull.
i Didn't want it to be this way,
be so wrong,
but it had grown that way in side my heart and i couldn't take it anymore.
what is the point in holding on? i would ask myself, if their is nothing to hold on to?
so i took that knife and with my heart beating in my throat, i took all the pain away with one deep cut.
i let all of the pain and heart break rush out of my soul.
with my last thoughts i hoped what i had done was the right thing and that i would find what ever i needed to be happy somewhere else that i couldn't find on earth.
