Let us go you and I into a lovely scene. And watch as we fill it up with laughter and dreams. Never again shall we, you and I alone, enter into this lie that’s told. Must we go, you ask? Yes. Ah…but wait! You must never know you’ve turned me into ash.
I've made myself bleed. The thought of doing it never occurred to me. But I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like to slice open your skin. To play with knives and blades. To have blood dripping. And now that I've done it, I promised to never do it again. But the thought of doing it is addicting. I like the pain. I like the endorphins released. I like the feel of it. I like how it takes away my pain for a moment. I might do it again. I might never stop. Here's to hoping I will be saved.
A crash of thunder from clouds in the sky, A honk of the horn from cars passing by, The aimless chatter of crowds in the street, The rustle of leaves as air feels the heat, The pound of a heart A tempo. A beat.