Underwater.
Holding on for life.
Give me some mercy.
Please pull me out of this.
No one seems to care or listen to the muffled screams.
Somehow hell.
The last bubble of air escaping from grasp.
Inhale.
Take in the water.
I have now reached release.
Heaven.
Finally.
Rhys, December 23rd 2013 (As a fact, My birthday in which i cannot explain)

Liar.
Cheater.
Stain.
Happiness?
No.
Hatred.
Pushed.
Bruised.
Blood.
Red.
Grey.
Black.
Meaningless.
Rhys, December 25th 2013.

High Pitched.
Fading into low.
Smiles into Frowns.
Am to Pm always the same.
Why?
I don't know.
Until when?
I don't know.
Do you want to be gone?
Yes.
Do other people want me gone?
"I'm not sure" just fades into "Yes"
I'm not sorry.
Rhys, January 1st 2014

Tip of the dagger.
Piercing my soul.
Tears that i had never learned to shed bubble out.
Screams from earth I can hear but why can no one do the same?
Sympathy.
A faked word for covering the truth.
What has come over us.
Blood seeping through the edges staining the metal.
Leaving the rust of my soul.
Rhys,May 3rd 2014

(At the end here is where the huge time skip is, 2014 to 2017 i stopped writing)