The only person I see is a notebook laying on the floor with blood. Not even the notebook wants to be forever inked to my words. And I sit here in my room Trying to wish away the monster. But the only monster out there is in my head. But I thought it was my friend Trying to help me with disregarded doom...l The closest I had to a friend was the killer. Turning my room to a graveyard. And I cry for help, But help ran away like everybody else. And I lay here in my bed. Suffocating myself back to sleep. Goodnight world.