And as the sun slowly goes down,
The thoughts will come back,
Only this time they last forever

Memories aren't as beautiful,
You have good memories
but as they're walking hand in hand with the dark,
it takes over,
Like a thunderstorm hiding behind big clouds,
The scale in between them becomes heavier,
Until I can only see the awful memories I had hidden,
deep down in a locked cage,
Now free of torture,
As I frighten,
That I might never be the same.

As I sit here,
Writing at my desk.
My mind tends to floot away,
Into a deep sea of thoughts,
Bringing back the memories I had forgot.

As the sun lowers down,
My tears cannot run up any longer.
It becomes a river,
Filled with blood of my own.
The knife that slits through,
Is the only one who shall have known,
The pain was filled with hope,
But streaming down an endless hole,
To be never seen again.

We all die,
The thought alone used to fill my brain with disgust,
But as time flies by,
And as the knife starts getting closer to my bone,
I am finally starting to understand why.

Dead as you could be,
no breath, no heat,
This is your cost,
Laying there, cold as frost.

Dying with nobody by your side,
There goes your only light.
This is your last day
But I guess you didn’t matter anyway.

"I'm living the dream!!"

Is what she said,
While watching her wrists
getting covered in blood.