It's that moment in time when you realize you have nothing to live for.

I'm scared of who I've become.

I never knew I could hurt this much.

Life isn't supposed to be like this.

Losing who you are only leads to misery.

If I asked you to care, would you pretend I wasn't there?

The familiar feeling of the blade pressed aginst my skin tells me just how screwed up Ireally am.

I feel so alone.

Porcelain skin
Blood red eyes
Broken black wings
Tired of lies

I wish I knew
What to do
About the pain
I'm going through