One

No one can feel the dark rivers of hatred flooding my soul

Two

No one knows about the bloody tears shed late at night

Three

No one cares about my consideration of my own destruction

Four

No one sees the cloud of pure hatred and sadness surrounding me

Five

No one hears the quiet screams of pain my soul cries

Six

No one feels the knife dipping into my veins

Seven

How can I continue on?!?

Eight

I can’t stand this hell I’ve created!

Nine

Someone stop me please!

Ten

One

I’m starting over

All my secret hate and sadness will be hidden away in writing

Floods turn into rivers that out pour onto these pages

My writing is my cure