There really is not that much to say about me, but at the same time there is everything. After everything that I and other people have gone through you learn that writting can be an escape from the real world.
Empty tears
That feel like blood
My soul has crumbled
Into dust
I'm sitting waiting silently
I know that you are watching me
Watching with sightless eyes
Hearing voices of thoese who aren't there
I know that seceretlly you don't care
Feeling the blood pulse through my veins
Anger envolpes me
Like a poisiounous flower
