There's just too much inner turmoil. There's too much Darkness that wants to consume my thoughts and take me over the cliff. I'm suspended- I'm on the edge, and I have to choose whether to step back or jump. Someone is behind me to catch me but I can't see who they are. The waters are eerily calm and inviting, but I know if I give myself up I can't turn back.
Darkness. Black tears, black blood. It runs down my face and arms and it won't stop. How do I stop it. The scars are fading but my feelings aren't. I'm bottling it up, and I don't know what will happen when it spills. I'm scared, but I'm anticipating it. I'm scared, but I think I want it.
I want the end.
No more warmth, no more love. No more hurt, no more pain.
No more feelings, no more life.
The end, right?
