Alone. Alway alone. When someones there. They're not. No one is. You just think they are.

When you see a knife. Why leave it? Why dont you pick it up. Let the metal scrape your skin. Let the blood drip down your arm. Painful tears in your eyes. Your life is gone. You drop the knife. Your life slowly fades to dust. You fall to the ground. Not a single sound is made. Thats it. Your done. Carefully your soul drifts away. Not just your soul. Everything.