I stopped sleeping when I stopped crying. But the tears had already choked me and the night begins. Oh, how I welcome the night to wrap me like a blanket. Quieting the agony of my soul; but only for a moment. A moment that hangs in time... A moment that kills. I am a gazelle in a world of lions. Feeding on me blackening my dying heart. A heart that stopped beating the instant I fell into a black void I call life. The raven caws in attempt to reach me; but my soul is ar beyond that. my life has stopped at a cathartic crossroads. Now the only tears I shed are from the cuts on my wrists. Some are from holes where once there was bliss. My shadow is my true loyal friend. A friend I know will always be there. The only company I have ever really known. The blackness that now my heart surely shows a lonely piece of coal with no hope of becoming a diamond. I ask God to show me a better way. But even he doesn't want me to believe in him. I think it's his fear of commitment.