Trapt in this room, no windows, no doors. I try to scream another voiceless plea, nothing again. I try to cry but my tears are toxic burning my pale flesh. My skin tears with the blade, strawberry gashes don't appear. I smile again look in the mirror and tell myself "It will be better tomorrow, just smile it will all be fine again".
But sadly I know this is a lie, mom's isn't home, dad is burried six feet underground. But that doesn't bother me, he never wanted me anyways. Step-dad is drunk again trying to find the answer in the bottom of another bottle. I imagine my hands constricting arround his throat. I promised myself it wouldn't get this far again . I lied again to myself again, I lied to the world again. Make this end, make it go away. Right now, Im falling away. I know this the upside of downhill