All you do is cry and use up air that someone else could be breathing. Grabbed a knife and now my wrists are bleeding. Nothing left for me. I think it's time to flee. To a new place I go. Ready to start over and grow. Met a lovely man. Said he was a fan. He told me all my worries are gone. Time to rest and walk on. Heard the sound of crying. Sounds like someone's dying. Then I see my mom. Try to tell her to stay calm. All goes dark. Not another spark.
-anobody626