I needed him to live...to laugh.
He replaced the knife in my life.
Then he took the light.
I blindly walk deeper into the darkness.
It's not long before I fall again...
I hit the bottom, after so long...and I shatter.
Laying for what seems like forever, I finaly see something in the distance...
Pulling myself together, I crawl desprately to the object.
I can only assume it was a mistake, that I'm only going to fall again.
I crawl, searching for the answeres...for anything...anything...
Reaching out, I begin to find hope in this unknown object.
It's cold...smoothe...sharp...
My blood slowly drips from my wrists.
After having the same routine for so long, I begin to wonder
"Is this what I was really looking for?"
I want to stop...but I can't...
Once again, I reach out, and beging to cry.
"There's no point...nothing has changed..no one is going to help..so why..why am I-"
I was cut off by something unexpexting...
You took my hand...
