The fact that I posses an organ that is wrongly used by rapists does not necessarilly mean I'm a rapist and labelling me as such won't make me one either

I'll count the minute as I rip out these stitches and continue to drink just to see how much I can bleed before I'm done. I give it an hour.

Again I wake to find that I've destroyed what I care for so now with a bottle of jack and 151 I'll destroy what no longer needs to be, that which never was.

When the heart shatters, the soul breaks, and the spirit fades. Lies on top of lies and crappy to finish it off. Coughing up blood and lungs now curled on the floor waiting for the last breath.

My body freezes my beath is cold the room is dark. Death takes me by the hand and slowly drags me down to the ferryman and then to nothing.

RIP WILLY T WILLARD. 11/11/93- 7/14/12

There Isnt No Such Thing As Sadness Just Absence Of Happiness ~~Nana

People cut themselves because if they cut the people causing the pain people will call it attempt murder...

I wish you could feel how I feel right now.

Come now sweet death, i embrace thee!