Fuck all this - I'm so close to just hurting myself - stabbing myself, as the blood spreads across the walls. So close to running away, never looking back - to wake up and face reality. What am I worth? Whats life - when life is lived in depression. I can't go on - I don't want to go on. ...someone pick me up - someone hold me - no..I'm alone...bleeding to death in the corner. The sweat dripping down my forehead, and tears running down from my tired eyes. My hands - slightly shaking - as the blood drips down from my fingernails - to the pool of blood I begin to drown in. A dream?