I sit there wraped in ure arms telling u that u will probly forget
but in the morning it the feeling u had was simply regret

Death is bliss i dreamt that i died and it was such a good dream until i woke up crying because that is all it was......
a dream

I will show you a quote or a poem about killing myself with a rope or knife
you will ask me why i h8 my life
y is the answer so unseen
when your the one who is so mean

How is it that people you dont even know can h8 you so much that even they wished you were dead?

Everytime i cut and see the blood pour out of me i get a thrill i feel alive so when i cut and i dont get blood i feel like i dont really exist and that wat they all say must be tru

I sit in the dark and wonder y
y did u hurt me
y did u brake me
and then i think wat if
wat if i was stronger
wat if i knew better
then i think this isnt worth it
that is when i tie the rope and hope that it wont break this time

You once asked me if i drunk because i liked the feeling but i couldnt tell you that when i drunk its stopped the feelings

When i think about the pain i think about a blade
when i think about the hurt i think about a rope
when i think about wat u did i think about a gun
when i think about not being able to stop it, is when i pull the trigger

I always have cried myslef to sleep ever since i can remember but i h8 the crying where it hurts so much u cant breathe and every tear drop is a part of ure hell

Although i dont feel like dying today the hurt is still there lingering in the depths of my broken soul