Red.
Red like blood.
The blood that caused the scars on my wrist.
Red.
Red like the peircing evil in the eyes if the monsters in my nightmares.
Firey red that pulses in their orbs, taunting, teasing.
Red.
Red like fury.
The madness and frustration I feel towards everything.
Red.
What
Ever
Happened
To
The
Days
Where
I
Used
To
Be
Happy.
Remember
Them?
Despite being around such “happy” people, I cant help but feel lonely and empty. A person who I thought of as a brother died in the Summer and while everyone else is still upset about him, I am the only person who can’t let go. I just can’t. I still cry myself to sleep evey night.
I do hope one day I’ll succeed in my suicide attempts. Then both of us can be at… Peace. I just wish that would happen. All my problems, along with me, would just float away.