I've littered the streets of my mind by tossing out cigarettes while parked at the stoplight of my fears.

I have everything i ever wanted, i dont have to worry about anything... and im still not happy

"But you can't run out of your mind."

A noose?
or a gun?
or a knife?
Or a building?
and bye

Why do we bother with smiles when all we think about are tears.

Cut.
1. A plain line, small and shallow
2. A line, splitting open, though only a small bit.
3. Splitting open, a lot, but no stitches
4. Stitches
5. Veins in danger.

And every night, all of them, all the sad people of the world, they are screaming, whether inside, or out.

It is ludicrous to believe I am what you said you would rather have me be. I've never done those acts, I wouldn't exchange my morals for that.

But, I still believe I will end up becoming an invaluable.

[All in my mind...]

I was afraid
closed my eyes
found the darkness
then i wished
i were always blind

I want to die.