Life is but a puddle, full of mud that you get dragged through

And it's back the feeling of loneliness, but where are the people that said they cared about me? Where are my friends when I need them the most?

Need to go. bye friends

I glance at the mirror one last time
Nothing has revised
Maybe this is my punishment
To always be someone I despise

From my poem Killing the Facade

And it's finally coming back to me.. The need to feel the pain.

Mistakes of the past greet the present
and kneel before those that are yet to come.

Every day i try to fake a smile
and with every successful smile, my life becomes a lie.

I'm done waiting for people.
I want you to want me.
Until then, I'm done trying.

My want to live cannot compete with my passion to die.
-Jay Pierce-

Waiting for you to tear me up and feed me to the mad dogs of conscience.