• my secrets that no ones going to see. cause I'm dieing, dieing, dieing. My breath stolen from my body. The devil is surrounding me but no one seems to care. Eating my flesh. Feeding on me. I cant break free. Someone help me! I can feel my bones ripping apart. Soon i shall not talk but only to whom ever is out there. A god maybe. If I'm lucky enough. Blood. Blood all over the hard floor. Gushing out all over me. the devils slaves take my soal, and devour it until it is just my flesh. Death is ugly but beautiful all the same. It is a peaceful thing if you let it. Peace. I will miss the trees i would stand under which made me calm even when i was angry or scared. I will also miss the water that rushed past my feet and sometimes through it as i would stand in a shallow river. Breathing. the only reason why i lived those happy years of my soon to be gone life was for breathing but now it is getting harder to breath. like in drowning and only going up to the surface to get some gulps of air. I am dieing. I must live with it. Or really die with it. A J word pops into my head. J- J- Jake. My lover... My murderer. Why. Who would do such a thing to someone you love... or loved? So many questions which will get no answers. But now my breathing has stopped all together so i must say goodbye. Trees, river, air, life, Jake. Sadly i wont be in a good place. I have done to many wrongs and not enough rights and i must die with a broken heart. but i will be happy none the less because i have had the life i wanted. So goodbye. Bye.