You may be scared that things will never be the same. Change is daunting, I understand. But my secret fear (above all others) is that nothing will ever change, I will look at the same four walls forever.

You used me you killed me. You gave me false hope and heart break. You did everything you promised you wouldn't. How can I trust again

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...]