I sometimes get to thinking. ... I might brick myself into my room. Self appointed prisoner. Keep me safe inside these walls. I wouldnt eat. I wouldnt think. I would sit. I would sit and wait to die. I dont know why. I just would. I should have a reason. I should have a reason to cry. I would turn away from the sun, I would hide from the night. Building walls just to be broken. Maybe... maybe I will get out. Maybe I will jump through the glass. Fly into the sun. Bleed to death on the lawn. *sigh* There is a twisting feeling in my gut that I cant get rid of. I want to cut it out. I want to stab something.