The heart of aching humans The hate they hold in them  all this and more they cant control ...... Day after day i suffer a guilt that i did not create The want of death regardless of who is at the end of the tunnelregardless of what awaits for my arival ..... I take a coldsharprevealing friend place it on my flesh it holds so much pain that i cannot relaese ...... crying at the thought of making a stain on my pages of skin that hurt me so now and in my past screams of agony and pain ring through all of my being and all who i know   we all die in death of life which we never live