The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.

I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled by an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.

I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the нож lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:

Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.

And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.

Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.

The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred by those all around me, Not liked anymore.

There is nothing еще to hope for, at least not anymore.

I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.

The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison by it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.