My eyes on tears and heart choeking to death... I'm fearing alone in the dark. Dusty mirrors, they are percecuteing me, they make me sick..

Today I don't love myself. I'm just sitting and crying.. listening to music, but I know that it kills at least in repeat, at least when someone is singing the badness out.

And I'm writing words on the paper knowing they will hur me more than anything else. Today I am not myself.

I am broken

I am teared open

And today I keep quiet as water keeps.

Foaming still like a stream.