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

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

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

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)

I am sick of this life
I am sick of you
Nothings ever worth it
So now,
I'm through.
(from my poem So Now, I'm through)

I'm gouging out my heart
To try to cut out your part

How long I have been dying?
Months.
Years!
(From my poem A Long Time)

Have you ever regretted being born?

I have
And I still do

You can only push me so far,
And theres about six vertical feet left...

I'm giving up on life, becauses life gave up on me, a long time ago..