I want to feel something,
Anything...

I fall beside the bed.
Blood is the floor...

Find the knife i need it
hurt me i don't feel it...

Words are the tools of the depressed.
i sit in my room willing for the words...

I'm to tired to smile
I know you’re not that naive...

Life as i knew it is gone
Yet my mind wont believe it true...

Awoken by a scream
So clear in the night...

Twisting in a nothing
a black without a face...

The nightmares...
So much worse now with age...

Why must you watch as i fall,
to see me crash and burn...

Holding the stained wood
tears roll down my face...

Silent;
happy...