Spiriling down. A cold, emotionless cry of defeat, echoing through the thick walls of a room. Unheard. Alone. Defeated. Accused of a crime not commited. Starved, unable to conjur an apetite. Friendships, lost. The most important one, doesn't even believe you. Alone. Scarred with hatred, and a hollow soul, that now has a wall, that will indeed never come down again. Death, flashing itself in front of you, take it, or leave it. A chance to escape all humanity. But face the consequences of eternal walk.. Picture frames falling at your feet, glass shattering, breaking, cutting flesh. Blood, pure and rich, marking itself on a hardwood floor, an image of a girl, crying. . .

Life isn't fair, I know. And all the people in a lifetime, give chances, and blow them. One chance, is one too LESS. Giving that person, just a single chance, doesnt prove anything. . .

Look Into the perpertrators eyes, do they glisten, or are they unflinching, non blinking, and cold? Is their smile, cold and empty? Or is it full of joy? Emotions, flying all over the place. The emotion of sadness, conquering thgoughs, evil, lurking back through her. LIES spread around, 90% of them, Untrue. The odds of ever hearing the sweet ring of truth, is highly doubtable. Should I just give up? Or should I strive on...?