.Come, come for me if you dare. Yes i am scared. Wont it be better up there? Help me, someone its to strong dragging me down like an anchor on a ship. Whats the point in breathing, is it my time? I hope secretly that it isn’t. Even though my thoughts wish it was. Razors in the darkness they are now part of my skin. Drips, like rain drops slide down my skin of blood. Still alive. I still breath. Make it stop please.