It's interesting when you think someone cares, yet you find out it's just you're imagination.

To feel as If I were not here would be the best feeling in the world.

Imaginations Have ran wild,
Illusions of all shapes and styles.

In pieces I'm broken
Big and Small
None left to break
After it all
Torn to shreds
Between the few
What is left
Is up to you.

Pain, suffering
This Hate I feel
Feeling more and more unreal
I want to fall
And never resurface
The reason I'm here
I see no purpose.

My stupidity is overwhelming, especially to me.
The stupid things you do,
Will always come back to haunt you.

I want to run,
Far away.
ever to come back.

To go,
And leave it all.
Never to look back.

The pain I feel eachday,
I can always make go away.
By making lines,
With my blade.

To know the pain everyone feels,
Would be impossible In what is real.

In this forest of trees.
Different from the rest.
Stands this stump.
Which has failed every test.