Dying Star..

Blank.. Empty..
Hollow..
Felt so strange, the past few weeks.. Interpretations.. Letting whatever, whomever draw, and speak, and write through me..
Letting them through me..
What am I doing.. Who am I?..
Can't do anything.. can't.. nothing..
Can't continue..
Won't stop.. won't.. they won't.. shut up..
I had to make noise to stop it.. to stop him..
Maybe not even stop him.. just make it so I can't hear..
CAN'T BREATHE
Can't hear..
Shh..
HELP.. HELP.. I CAN'T.. STOP.. PLEASE STOP..
Stop..
stop..
shh..

Dying star..
Crying crimson..
Rip.. rip..
Throb.. throb..drip.. ebb.. ebb..
Slow.. slower..
All so slow..
Dying..
Empty..
Dying.. you're dying.. Who?..
Said before.. he said before he was dying..
But no.. that's not it..
Not him..

..But now I'm there.. How?.. how am i there already?..
I'm dying..
I'm the dying star..
I'm slipping..slid so far..

...You either will be seeing a lot more of the others, or tomorrow I'm going to be going to the school psychologist.
I'm suicidal.
They're going to be told. If I'm there to do it.

.. I love you, Vince