The words stay.
My pain increases.
The truth are now all lies.
Something keeping me from dying.
My problems start adding on and on and on.
Over and over blood, sweat, tears.
Mistakes rome over my wrist.
My friends decrease.
I am alone.

Problems
Blood
Pain
Sweat
Tears
W­ords
Truth
Wrist
Lies
Dying
Alone
Mistake­s
Words

The years turn into days.
My future is death.
No one left.
Mistakes.
Alone.
Tears.
Words.