Ever Again.

I have created several slices across every appendix upon this vessel, this vessel in which I speak of, is my own, I am lost far away from home, Sitting here depressed and alone, With blood following down each slope of each tile, I wish I could truly feel loved, every once in a while, But I can't find truth, I can't control these stirred emotions, In my head and in my heart, all of this confusion causes so much emotion, It is pratically unbearable and hard to control, I write my final words and then I fold, This letter of the words that I speak at my end, This torture and confusing depression, I hope no one ever goes through, ever again.