The Echoes of Angels That Wont Return

If I manage to get through this year without pulling a knife on someone, I will be surprised. Actually I'm joking and its just more of the way I have been feeling. It's difficult to stand by and have your hopes crushed and you can do nothing about but watch as tears fall out of your eyes.

The quiet scares me because it screams the truth

*sigh* I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe I am holding back because I am afraid to write down what I am thinking.

So be it.
Can't escape it.
I'll let it eat me alive.
And have no remorse that is felt by other people.

Damn I need to get out of this mood.

It's sickening, and I'm probably going to keep going on about the pointlessness of it all.

What makes me truly happy? If only I knew. If only you knew.
Bah. Forget it.