Relentless! Relentless are the ways of those demons and angels, to whom many of you pray! I wallow in the misery they bring to me and shed tears for every moment of this damned existence. What is to come of it! I should shout my mind unto you all with the knowledge that you wouldn't care. The knowledge that it wouldn't change. Would you stay and listen to my misery? No, even as you read this you know not what I feel. The cold blade runs across my skin many nights, and you know not. Your eyes read this and you think it nothing more than the simple complaint of a spoiled child whose had something gone awry. Perhaps it is so. But still, the quesiton beckons me. Would one of those eyes shed a tear were I to leave? Would one of those eyes go wide in terror or disbelief if my life were taken my hands my own. No, I think not. I laugh and think what you will say, then I add a tally to my arm for the number of times I've tried, and slip into oblivion until the sun rises with new hopes of loss to prelude the flow of blood.