tears pulsate out dark, blood shot eyes.
sharp, silver edges glisten in the moon light.
blood trails down the stairs.
twitches.
never have i been so lonely, never have i been so angry.
i just want to be happy.
i don't want to cry myself to sleep.
i don't want to tiptoe the edge.
i want someone to tell me it will all be okay.
i want to figure out my life.
but sometimes i feel like useless trash.
Not wanted, not needed, unloved.
so, i guess no one would really notice if i spun off that dizzy edge.