I am sick of this life
I am sick of you
Nothings ever worth it
So now,
Im thru
(i make this a poem tonite, so keep an eye out)

The cut must stop bleeding before it can heal, but the scar will always remian...

As tears turn red, and I cry from my wrist...

I sit on the floor and cry,
before i reach the phone,
i will die

Each tear just brings the knife closer

I feel so empty,
and the shell of me,
only feels pain

The only real smile,
comes with the kiss of death

My pillow isnt filled with cotton,
it's filled with tears.

I was doomed to be a failure the day i was born

Don't be afraid of death,
It's a blessing,
It's inevitable