dream

As a lay sleep..the blood washes over me. Blood of inocent and guilty. I am tempted to drink but i know i should not. I should contuine on my search for the one. The true one.

hmmm

sitting here in the darkness the depression sneaks in, more like blindsides me. Hurting wanting to give up, to run away from it all. "I'm leaving on a jett plane dont know if i will be back again". Somebody save me

me

dying to die, running to run, ridding to fly. Cant get the rush i need and want.