Welcome to my pain, my hate, my fear, my torture. Welcome to everything that destroys me and changes me. Let me show you why i cry, why i hate and cry i torture myself with us force and selfishness. I'd like to tell you why i hurt, why i'm screaming inside and why my blood is relief in such sick ways.

Do you want to know why my life is dark, why my heart is cold and why my lips dead? Should i whisper to you why i'm here, why i'm pouring myself into this page and why my arm is bleeding?

Shall we consider why your here? Tell me why your reading about my darkness and distant crys of pain. Confide in me why you are interested in hurting yourself and people around you. Humour me with your excuses of innocence. We're all guilty. Not the truth?...Let me quote

"Is that the truth? Do truths have power to change laws, we both have truths, are mine the same as yours?"

Although we all have perception of reality i don't think any of us have truth. Dirty truth lies inside but we all have guilty souls and let me quote once more.

"We all die young"