I am just a speck of dust in this rotten world, Blown about, floating up in the sky. I used to long for pretty things, no i only long to die. I stand weeping for salvation at the gravestone of my pride. A tear on my face, a plea on my lips. I wish there was a chance for me, To truly be...happy. No one really cares, a sad smile and a pat on the back. Off to there homes to drink and forget, I wish things were different. I feel the rush, the blade cold, as it cuts so clean and straight. The oh so red blood, up like a well, endlessly dripping from my broken arms. Every night i lay in bed, thinking of what could have been, I think how easy it would be to finally be free. I know that sucks. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. fuck you all.