Birthday: 01/04
Remind me to update my interests.
"I'm going to draw a picture. A picture with a twist, i'll draw it with a razor, I'll draw it on my wrist. And as I draw this picture a fountain will appear. And as this fountain flows, my troubles dissapear...
I am dead, inside and out there is no doubt. I have fallen, deep down inside There is no where else to hide. All my cheer has come to sorrow. I hope to not lie here, by tomorrow. I hope for dread to fly away and never come back, one day. I wait and wait for one to come, who will not fight or want to run. My thoughts flow freely, as I start to let go. My feelings shatter, long gone. I am awakening new and reborn. I begin to feel light and free of worry. ..it turns out this is the end of my story I lie in a sleep, which I will never awaken, I just lie there, dead and unshaken. My body tears and I cry. There is no more need to feel empty inside. All that I loved has been buried and covered, only to be discovered someday. I wait so impatient for this day to come. So that it will be time for me to run. Far away into a world with no hatred Far away just to cry and cry.
I cut myself, wanting to die, wishing I was never alive. I ask myself "When will death come upon me ?" I don’t wanna face this s**t anymore, My mind is sick, my mind is sore, I can’t take it anymore. I just want to die, I don’t wanna live any more. My life is pointless, my laughs are fake, it’s all a big show. No one cares for me, nobody was there for me. I ask God "Why the ******** you give me life if it’s gonna be this depressing?" ******** you, Take it back I don’t want it. Won’t take it? ******** it I’ll end it.
All I have is my pain; So much I'd go insane. I feel so lame and; I go to shame. No love in my life; nothing, but the unwilling strife; of those who took my mom and dads life. I cut my wrists with that same knife... Every night. Should I die? Cuz I am so blind? Have I lost my mind? I put the gun to my head and.... BAM!
Please kill me! I want to die. Please just kill me and don’t ask why. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway. ******** it! Don’t let me face another day. Please kill me. This life is too much, Too much guilt, shame, humiliation and such. I don’t wanna face this s**t anymore, My mind is sick, my mind is sore. Please kill me. I can’t take much more. I don’t even know what I am alive for. People laugh at what I’m forced to do, Sometimes I feel like killing them too... But please kill me! I’ve had enough Of this bullshit life – It’s just too tough. Please, please, I have to die! Please kill me! Please end my life!
READ MY POEMS.
Yet another day has gone by and I still cannot feel any love; I continue to kneel down and cry as rain falls from the clouds above. The person that I held so close to my heart, the name that I whispered in every breath, has followed the path that only parts towards the eternal black Gates of Death. Oh, the pain consumes my very being; my shattered heart hurts so much that nothing is able to stop the bleeding, and happiness becomes out of touch. Immortal loneliness infects my soul because of that Reaper's single kiss, collecting the tax of his corrosive toll, leaving nothing except a dark abyss. If you were to look within my eyes there is only one thing that you would see: the fading humanity that slowly dies as emptiness begins to consume me. I don't think I can take it anymore. The darkness inside is driving me insane; Help me before I fall onto the floor! God, cut out my eyes so I cannot see! Please sew my lips shut so I cannot yell, knowing Death has taken this away from me, trapping me within this burning hell. My soul within can only cry as tears rain down from the sky...
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