So i was sittin alone in study hall the other day and i got to writing...

          Everytime i take a step my heart grows a little colder. Every step forces me to forget the few, warm, loving memories that i once had. I take a couple of steps each day through the darkness and towards the end of the cliff we call life. It is my destiny to fall from the steap ledge. The edge of my razor blade is as sharp as my mind. The mind i no longer use because it has become too dark to see, and without sight a sharp mind is worthless. Even though my mind is worthless my razor blade is not. My social and physical scars have not yet healed. The blood continues to drip from my black soul and cut wrists. Although i can not see i still have my sense of touch. The darkness did nothing to numb this feeling. But still no one reaches for me. I have yet to feel a single person's touch since i started my journey long ago. So many steps have been taken, i have gone too far to go back. My every move is just another step taking me a little bit closer to my death.

Tell me what you think.. and to all my loyal followers there is more where that came from. Now watch me as i lift up this razor blade and play a song on my violen (wrists)

You dont know what its like to have and heart ripped out and your soul bruised just for someone elses entertainment. Youre not me and Im not you, so dont judge me... Just take this razor and sign your name across my wrist..