Blood trickles down my cheek gushing out from my wound, br Everybody keeps walking as if nothing matters but them. br I look to my left and then to my right and see nothing but people, br Walking quickly to there destinations. br I shrug hoping that someone would notice me and try to kill me, br I feel like I have fallen into a deep black hole and am trying to escape, br Clawing the side walls leaving scratch marks. br I stab at my arm carving “loneliness” into it, br Every line and every drip of blood I ease myself not to scream or say a word. br All I do is sit there cutting away on every inch of my arm, br Tears swell up in my eyes I blink fast trying to see. br All I think is sadness and depression that will haunt me forever until I give it up, br Until I let people know, br Until THEY find, br Until I am locked away never to see the sharpness of the knife hidden away in my room. br All I feel is loneliness which I will never forget because it’s a scar, br Which will need fade away unless I make it.