::Entry 81::

As I sit here all alone, thinking the opposite of what you're thinking, saying the opposite of what you're saying, doing the opposite of what you're doing, your damaged words make me hit the floor, and the rain outside blends my tears with my blood, and the day drowned in my sorrow.  My thoughts shot through the sky, sending them empty, helpless signals of my feelings, and unexposed glory to fall, glory to hurt, glory to cry, glory to bleed, and glory to bruise.  The black darkness encases my lonliness and I'm not breathing anymore.  They cut me off.  My signals worked.  Can't they finish it?  End it!  Don't leave me suffer another minute of your torture.  If you want me, take me.  If you hit me, make it hurt.  Leave a mark.  I know what you're thinking.  You want me gone.  You want what they want.  They've made me suffer, and now I'm here to make them cry.  Cry sweet little badger, cry your worst.  Don't think too hard, you might cause harm to your beautiful self.  Hold on for your empty soul and live you life as if it were your last...

-Cweet Katastrophe