somewhere

Sometimes I just want to be like this. Not to care about anyone or about everything they said. It is enough to see that knife hanging on your mouth. 
Let me alone. 
Let me stay in this silence.
I want to see you break into pieces then I’ll hang you on the window. The howling wind will slap your face till you die.

I know I shouldn’t do that, but you keep making me hurt in rage.

Dear Sam,

I’ll run across this darkish road.

So I wont see your face or even your bloody shadow.