Thoughts of death knock at my door, just waiting to be let inside, to do the damage already done. How I wish it would stop, put an end to the dark lonely world I live in. Pull me to the light of a perfect little world where pain is never an option. Happiness is given in little pills every hour of the day. Where the smile I wear never has to be fake. A world where I could be myself and not be judged, where your always wanted and loved. If only a place like that existed it would be a dream come true.