Thoughts of Suicide

my eyes tear blood upon these dark mellow cheeks. These hairs that sit upon my skin are scared;what i once wrote in a diary every day that passes i die inside,im no longer apart of this life kill me now,words i would only dream of, as if death were creeping next to me the person who i pretend to be walk the halls , she blends in with conversation blurry isles lead me to damaged roads, i stumble on my own fears running gets me no where, shawdows dare to to hide their face.