Is it just me, or is life beyond pointless? I dont feel like getting into the details again...

I feel sick, frustrated, angry, depressed, and yet somehow apathetic.

Slash,
Skin,
Blood,
Pain,
Take me,
Death,
Sick of everything...

Walking backward through myself I can see the holes I've torn in you, healing, locking me out of the once perfect temple of love that now remains forbidden. Forbidden to me, to you forsaken, and as many times as I've scratched at the walls, giving up all pride, reaching toward you to let me in, it's your turn to reach out and forgive me. It's your turn so say sorry. It's your turn to find my heart buried silence.