No one can feel the dark rivers of hatred flooding my soul
No one knows about the bloody tears shed late at night
No one cares about my consideration of my own destruction
No one sees the cloud of pure hatred and sadness surrounding me
No one hears the quiet screams of pain my soul cries
No one feels the knife dipping into my veins
How can I continue on?!?
I can’t stand this hell I’ve created!
Someone stop me please!
I’m starting over
All my secret hate and sadness will be hidden away in writing
Floods turn into rivers that out pour onto these pages
My writing is my cure