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.