My mind. A blank place, yet a play park of emotions. I can't control it, and neither can you. I have become so corrupt that, I don't know what I am any more. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know if I'm breathing time to time or if that's the cold breeze blowing someone else's breathe. I don't know if I'm the one walking as I am dragging my lifeless body everywhere I wonder; Is my heart even beating at night when I break down? Oh how will I ever know. I won't. I won't because I'm left alone. I have no soul. I'm left alone in my own body and in my own mind. I'm left alone in my own room to silently cry. To beat myself up and blame every damn thing on myself. I wish just one more time to see red crimson flow down my arm and thighs. I'm too scared though. When time and time passes on it creates more fear deep inside me to take that sharp object upon my skin. So I sit in the darkness and wish. Wish for this all to end. I don't know whether my life or this burning pain but either one will do. All I know is that the slate is blank, clean for now. Not long but for now. And I'm holding on; until the pain ends.
