The night is so cold.
I set here to think of everything that has happened but in the end I set here to cry about what was good and what could have happened.
I set alone with a blade in my hand.
As the blade goes through my skin and the tears drop from my face.
I remember what has come from the good.
A smile on my face that has left now but it was real for the little bit of time it was there.
I remember those days very vividly.
But then the dark days came and destroyed that smile that once layed on my face.
I hope that the dark days will go even just for a day to get that genuine smile back.
