My sides hurt from crying. My tears are slowly turning red. My heart hurts from the tearing but I'm still not dead. Some days it feels as though I am and some days I just wish I were. My sorrow is all around me, in my dreams and in my waking state. I just want to slit my wrists and crawl into a corner, let the blood run free and let my soul survive, for right now this very moment it is be tortured. Tortured to it's end.








