What's gonna happen when the ink runs out. Ill slice my fingertips and turn my hand into a pen. My life is filled with things you would never want to happen again. At 14 they classified me insane. Im so used to the pain. I don't even complain. Alot of crazy thoughts haunt me, but I try to refrain from the evil inside, I have no one to confide. Well I did. But he died. So with this blood that I write in the heat of the night, is to release all the darkness cause I rather the light. But I'm blinded by love. The love of the fight . I know I'm fighting a battle that I'm expected to lose. But as long as I'm here, I'm expressing my views. Tens10n