In the darkest of days, the night goes on, the darkness engulfs what we throught was ours, no person in sight, just blood red eyes, blood falling so fast it died slowly, bleeding all the time, their thoughts were jumbled and mixed up. Flesh slowly being cut off of humans, their mouths ripped from the inside and cut into twisting and rippin gout their throat. You cant' hear them scream no one can, only pain and pain again, the only thing you want is for them all to stop laughing, can you hear it? Them all talkin about you, laughin at you making fun of you, everything under the blue. It kills you inside, you knowing that they only use you for themselves, that is all they are out for is themselves. Do you care though? Does it hurt? Does it make you cry? It makes you strong huh, a lot is happening you hide it form them all, making up stuff to tell people not half as bad as what really goes on. You just need somewhere to go, hide, close your eyes go deep in your mind and fall back on your bed, grab the kinfe that lies besdie you, as you grip it tightly in your hands. Pick it up and bring it toward your body, bite your lip and then put it in through your private parts, bloody real bloody, you dont' scream though, you only bite your lip until it bleeds and clench your teeth, you twist the knife as you are slowly dieing a painful death, ripping out every part inside of you, your bed soaked in your own blood and tears. You see your vision going and you are losing all the feel in your body, but you put the knife all the way in you, plucking and moving everything out onto your bed, you get up best you can and look at the things leaning up against a wall, you slowly start to shave the skin off your body, watching the muscles in your body, twitch for what seconds they have left. You close your eyes and try adn scream but nothing comes out, you forgot about your throat what you did with it. Does it matter thought? Does it really matter? No...They are all happy now, every last one of them can smile and all the laughter adn pain will ease now won't it...now that you are gone. Now that no one will notice or care, only fake fake fake...why though, why does this have to be a dream...can I make this real, I think I can. I bet they would want that, laughing and have so much job, that would make me happy, to see my pain adn everything else stop, will my real friends care? I dont' know...Maybe not...As long as they are happy, I'm happy, real happy. That is what I would, I really would. I guess I really am a messed up child, stuck in a world in which I call my hell. no one can understand the pain corsing throught my body every second, and yet, it still hasnt' faded...why hasnt' it faded. I wake up, I'm in the hospital, thinking what the...i was suppose to be dead, they brought me back at the last second...why...do they want to keep tormenting me, yes, I guess I'm a toy and they aren't done playing with me, they never are...why...my thoughts are racing, my mind is racing, I feel hot, and I can't move, I open my eyes slowly and see that I'm held down. Why is that, I have so many questions so many thoughts I just want to lie down and die.