| One of those days I'm having another one of those days. I spent the day in my room. Closed the shades. Closed my door. Lit my candles. Turned on my Brahms. Sat down on my bed. And cried my eyes out. I cried until it hurt. I kept crying too. Why? Because I'm alone. Because I don't matter. I took out my knife. I actually cut myself A little one on my leg. Enough to bleed. Enough to make me realize. Holy shit! I felt something. Maybe next time I'll cut deeper. Maybe next time. I'm having another one of those days. I called up someone, and of course he had nothing to say I hid in my attic for over two hours, until I decided if no one would talk to me I would talk to no one. So now, I'm talking to no one, and maybe someone will hear. But no. not even you can hear these whispers. I'll hide them from you, and when it's over, I won't leave you with a stupid explaination. I'll just leave. It'll just be one of those days. |