You see my wrist,
i feel your pain,
3 deep cuts,
down to the vein.......

Love is the slowest form of suicide

I tried living... I didn't like it. I hated it..
I should try death.. Mayb it woudnt b dat bad.

I never knew missing someone could hurt so much.

Cut your wrist for now and save the tears for my funeral.
I'm sick of cring for my own death.

Life itself is only a refletion of death staring back waiting for you to join.

We are all going to die..why not sooner then later?

I will sit here razor an gun in hand an destroy all thots of u till there r no more

What's the point of even being here if no one, including myself has the belief that i can do anything right. The belief that I can make it. They are right, I can't. I am just a waste of flesh. I can't do this anymore.

The love of Lucifer is only to his decendants not to his voodoo dolls.