Trapped in this cold desolate room.... full of empty promises and surrounded by bloodstained walls lies my thoughts..... my pictures of you that I know eventually I must take down... my hopes and dreams written upon these walls are starting to fade.... as does the determined girl that had written them.... the cold sharp steel feels all too friendly... and the marks left behind are still to visable.. but in all this im too dead to care..to lost to cry...and to consumed to try and figure out why....