There was this girl and she was in love. All she wanted was for her love to stop cutting himself. With the scars up his arms and the fresh blood on his legs he drowned himself in a taste of relief. His dark thoughts, covered with a cheeky grim, were the only ones he knew, the only ones that felt real. He indulged in his dark mind but never shared it with his love. She knew not of how deep the pain was. The search for happiness was something in which he was familiar but when he found it, he didn't like it, it wasn't home. The dark thought in his mind were the closest to reality he could imagine. He dreamed of a pill that would end it all. He sat dreaming that his lover and his mother would be okay without him. That they would understand that he needed peace. But they wouldn't be okay, they would never understand, so he waded through the fecal matter. He did it for them.
