What if I'm only forgotten? Only to myself. I wish everyone else could forget me. Forget I hurt them, forget I've caused the moon to crack, forget I've ran over them, forget I ever cut myself, forget I'm gay, forget all of my choices, and just forget I'm even alive. I don't want to die I just don't want anyone to know me. I want to be nothing. Where no one knows me and no one dares to ask. Where I am nothing as I feel. I feel I'm nothing. The only thing that was real was that pain and the sound of my skin tearing open. I want to go back to the wat things were. I look around and everything is fake. Even my hair color is fake. All of those little pictures every where. Nothings real. The only thing that is real are these tears. I don't know why I;m crying. I ruin everything. I can ruin everything with a cut, a drink, snorting pills, everything I quit I could just ruin. I ruin everything anyway. So what makes this any different? I don't even know I feel like this. I understand nothing anymore.