I feel as though I have been ripped open, my heart taken out, blead dry and shoved back in. Not ever to beat again, but to grow black and cold and shriveled and old. What life is this to live when I have nothing to give. No one to hold by my side and love and never fight. Never argue over something petty. I feel like hell, throw me down a well, dark and alone. I don't want a pedestal. I want to be on the same level as every human in this world. I hate what I have become. I am worthless and alond and death be swift as my eyes will cry blood and my lungs will flood. Crimson flowing from my flesh, through my skin like mesh. Love me, hate me. Do what you wish. Do I quietly please, so the voices inside have nothing more to confront me for.