分分秒秒的過去...                                                                         
12點了....                                                                                
我的農曆生日到了...                                                                       
20歲了....我20歲了                                                                        
但卻一點也不開心...                                                                       
如果....這樣的活著..                                                                      
沒有任何情緒.沒有喜怒哀樂                                                                 
那這樣過了生日又如何?                                                                     
今天姐姐和我說...                                                                         
她找不到她在這世界活著的理由....                                                          
我聽著..心裡很酸處..我又何嘗不是?                                                         
她說著説著~流下了眼淚...                                                                  
而我...在心裡劃下了血痕                                                                    找不到自己還有笑容的希望                                                                  
每一句...我都知道...                                                                      
每一秒的過去..還相信奇蹟...還相信真心..                                                   
但      還是無情的抹煞了所有..                                                            
如果可以...我真的很想離開..到一個沒有人認識我的地方                                       
安安靜靜地          只有我一人                                                            
望著那個世界的空虛..滿足於只有自己的荒蕪                                                  
那樣就夠了吧........                                                                      
沒有任何人會再來打擾...沒有會再來撥動我的情緒                                             
沒有心跳.沒有興奮.沒有悲傷.沒有痛楚.                                                      
安安靜靜地.......在那個世界...苟延殘喘                                                    
最後        道了句再   見......                                                           
我的心碎沒有人懂..                                                                        
也沒有人心疼                                                                              
我的傷為什麼還要化做活下去的折磨...                                                       
                                                                                          
拖磨不是件好事..                                                                          
活著不開心...活著未必是件好事...                                                          
也許我在等待..等到自己的真心用盡..等到自己的偽裝用盡..等到自己痛到不能再痛                
痛能多痛?     傷能多傷?                                                                   
我倒想看看自己能痛到什麼程度..忍到什麼程度                                                
等到有天不能再承受自己的痛.不能再忍受自己的寂靜                                           
就讓撒旦帶我離開這個醜陋的世界...