193rd Post

Another night.

That will soon turn into day.

The smiles and laughter.
Are nothing more than to conceal.

My silent tears of blood.
My pain.
My anguish.

As the days go by.
It's getting harder and harder to contain it.
My sanity is getting more and more tattered.

Often i question myself.
"What am i doing?"

And i answer back.
"I don't know."

Lost.
Confused.

A thought often enters me.

"If you don't know what you want in life.
Then why continue to exist?"

A prisoner in this rotting shell.

Whose sanity.
Is barely held together.
By the barest of the barest of threads.

I'm tired.
So tired of everything.

Hello darkness.
My old friend.

Hello razor blade.
My old friend.

Once again.
Its time for you.
My silvery old friend.

To perform your deadly dance.

And let me bleed out.
All my silence.
All my life's blood.

And allow me be finally released from my bubble of silence.