northwoodn

This pain inside. my heart, it jumps even faster at the thought of death but my skin, it feels warmer when i contemplate it. i sleep and dream-but i cannot dream of dying because dying in a dream is impossible. this pain inside, why does it hurt? its begging for redemption, my shameful soul. it bleeds out insecurity and an unnatural love for pain for the pain i feel all of the time the pain that is inside..... is comforting. the school days are but a blur even friends they inspire my thoughts to escape what is normal and think of what it could be like, to grasp this pain..... and die. i stare at the blackboard, chalk