People ask me if im ok and i say im fine but i know i say it to not raise a flag. Images go through my head when i sit in bed thinking of a way to escape from this mess. Shii even the devil was once an angel. So i don't fear death i fear loneliness even if its been my only sad happiness. I often think about my feuter and if im ever gona make it to 20 i might as well take my life at 17. Lifee is shii and i don't now how to deal wi it im tired of getting prescriptions to heal my wounds. The words are profound like if i was to be a black hound. I found my self lurking in my brain to find peace tha i will never obtaine. If i die nobody gonna say they love me only a few tiers and walk of all happy. Im tiered of being the bystanders just left all alone and left bleeding on the floor wi my broken hart wich could never heal. I feel like im not real till i feel the pain increasing the deal. I don't need anyone but it's to hard to avoid the heat of being chained from my feet to and my mouth to keep silence.