BloodyDestruction

Last night,
I was on the  bus on my way home, and this young man got on... He was clearly drunk, he sat down across from me and was yelling a bunch of different things. I was listening to my iPod, trying to mind my own buisnesss, but something about that guy intrigued me. So I paused my music and he was still yelling about how mad he is and how he hates everything. I got up, went and sat next to him, then introduced myself. By this point most people on the bus were staring at me, so I asked him if he wanted to get off at the next stop. He agreed and we sat with each other ages talking about life. He told me, His name's Jake, He is 17 and that today he had ran away from home due to abuse. Just before I was about to get off at my stop, he pulled a bottle of pills out from his pocket and told me that he was planning on ending his life that night if it wasn't for me. Not only did he throw the pills away, we also exchanged numbers and we're going for dinner tomorrow.

You know what the most valuble lesson last night taught me?..Sometimes it's okay to talk to strangers. because that stranger is now, my new best friend.
 

Go to sleep and close your eyes,
Dream of broken butterflies.
That tore their wings on a thorn
Their beauty destroyed that they once wore.


Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
and wake up just before you drown.


The moonlight's shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutters lullaby:


Hushabye baby, you're almost dead,
You don't have much pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed,
Sleep tight with a knife, 'cause it's all you need.


Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell.

I want to die.

But then I remember, no one cares that I exist,
so what's the point.