Cold

Down in a dark room of an empty house I sit holding a blade to my wrist with a shine of light from the streetlamps..I’m waiting for the right time…all I can hear now is the steady Drip…Drip…Drip. Maybe its from my tears that I’ve cryed from confusion about my life…or..Maybe its from my wrists… Continue reading Cold

Life

I need something or someone to be there for me. Everyone hates me, not a big secret. But I hate them all too. I can’t stand their repulsive exitence close to me. None understand how I feel it. None understand that I hate them infinitively times two.