5 more days.

please stop your crying now
stop living in the facade
you're not the same

rhythm guitars sound as the floor tom vibrates. the solo comes in, the singer jumps into the air. the snare drum sounds the lights go off, the fireworks go the woofer hits you the waves are wrinkled the hi hat opens the stick hits the bass guitar's pluck the cars are driving by a jet streams pass over head bikers speed past you street lamps turn on their orange glow the sun sets giving a red sky the hill seems taller the clouds move away the cold sets in the night's around you finally decide to sit down.

you sit there on the road buildings tower over you; they scare you mist appears before your mouth as you exhale the sighs you let off the stress of everyday life and look down upon the ground. the simplest things start to make sense ants seem interesting the surface of the road seems as smooth as glass a storm's coming the rain's pouring. soon the clouds move over head. people abandon the streets the park beside you seems to be talking to you with shadows you hug you knees the world seems to revolve faster the moon right above you seem to be the sun all of a sudden and you start to feel alone the world has encircled you you're threatened you can't find your way out the clouds seem lower the building seems closer. than ever they bend down to stare at you the dusbin beside you seems to condemn you you look up knowing the moon will comfort you again just to find out it's all shades of black, of clouds, and suddenly your shut your eyes and water drops upon you like hail it hurts so bad, the pain is killing you but you sit there. slowly bit by bit holes appear on you blood pours out from the dams you but you sit there. you continue hugging your knees you know this time will pass you know the sun will rise again but it never did the hail kept on hitting you and the win kept blowing, taunting you, scolding you for the nothing that you but you sit there. soon your tears start to join the rain and hail but no one can see you crying. soon you scream for help but no one's there to listen to you. you wish you could hold on for just that one more minute until the sun rises but you can't and you won't you stand up just to be pushed to your knees again. the smooth roads seems to rough out of a sudden the tower buildings that you once dread were not there to shelter you any more people and cars all flood to the streets with covers of their own except you. you kneel in the middle of the road hoping for salvation but all you find is cars whizzing by and people walking by. you try to catch their attention but all it does it make them look at you and laugh the shadows within the park haunt you even more but you begin to not care as the hails get bigger and bigger a shelter appears before you, it taunts you, it tells you to go for shelter. you seem delighted and rush towards it you find out it's just a shadow, an imagination a dislusion of yours you fall to the ground once again wishing life wasn't this bad. you see a blade on the floor and only if you could end all of this you reach out for the blade but all your find is a block of ice, a block of anger and hate a clock flies past you, seemingly slowing down time and time itself. at this point of time you're so lost you start banging your head on the walls in desperation of taking your own life you scream for the sun to come back up and end all of this you cry out for someone to help you you start to tremble you go mad you take the world against you you lose your sanity you take apart yourself from the inside out and soon you fall to the ground and let the hail hit you, you can bare this no more, you can't care less hail hits your eyes you go blind hail drops on your stomach you puke blood but you stay down and lay down letting the hail rip you from the inside out but the pain can't be compared to the self mutilation you inflict on your heart and as the constant beating slows to a halt you inevitably ask yourself.

why am i here what's wrong with me.
someone save me, please
if you even bothered to read it.