TheRealWerewolf

Blood drips down my hand. Off my fingers and onto the hard, dirty floor. I wish I could feel it. I wish I could feel the pain others would feel if they were in my place. I hurt much more on the inside than on the out. I hurt because of you. I wake up from dreaming of your face and I want to die. I can't feel anything but the mind numbing pain in my heart. So I find my outlet in the blade. I find my peace. Forgive me for not being what you wanted. I don't mean to keep bothering you. It's driving me crazy! I hate you! I love you.... Instead of being next to you....I am alone. With the blood as my only companion....some of the