So I'm sitting here with only a flashlight so I can write. Its so cold and dark after what happened to me tonight. I swear I could just lose it, lose it all without looking back. why can't they see i'm just human, although all I see is black. Suicide seems so shallow now, but I still have the thought in the back of my mind. It seems the only place I can go to is where I leave life and heaven behind. I cry without stopping, there's uncontrolable pain What's the point of medicine when I can overdose it anyway. What's the point of life, it only gets you in the end You try to go on living when you have no real friends Day by day, one after another, the bullshit comes, so I have to take cover. I escape in hell, cuz it's where I belong I can't live for the right when everything is wrong. Can't they see I've fallen because of what they've done? I could break their skulls into pieces, and then break another one. Two by two, they walk in groups, shedding their torture and lies. I could show them so good. Or I could kill myself, either way it would be based on despise. I want to kill myself, I want to run away. I want to take my hands off my head, and let go of the pain. But I shove it deeper and it's choking me in all that I've become. No one knows the truth about me or where i'd like to point a gun. I'm slowly falling, now I think I've reached the end. I have to make a decision now, but I hold it off again. Live? Die? Live on lies? Live in hell? Live in pain? Be crushed and drowned in every way? I need a light, and it's getting late. The batteries are fading, so maybe it's time to dream about my hate. All I have to do is wake up in the morning, live another day. But how long can these days last, without them being thrown all away?