the Cold Dark Morning Rises and Past. The Horrid Evening soon Starts with a Saddened Twilight Glow. then the Dark Dusk Dawns across the Contaminated World. Then it Repeats with no slight Differences at All. Seeing the Girl I Loved and who Hated Me, it Scars my Shattered Heart. when I think About Her, I Couldn't Stop myself but it Made me Break Out a Tear. I was Once Happy, with Trustworthy Family and Close Friends. But Nowadays you Just can't Trust Anyone. The World is in a Quiet but Blood-Stained War. I only Wish that I was Deaf and Blind so I could Miss Out the Eerie Pain from Everyone. The People around Hurts me, Quite A Lot too. I Can't Bare the Pain Any more. I'm getting Sick Of Life, I just want to Sleep and Wish that I won't Wake Up to See The Next Cold Morning. If I Do Die, Does it Make a Difference to the World? Am I even Worthy Enough to Live? Should I Die? or Should I Live?