I love pain
it makes me happy
psycho yes?
i don't care
i given up on life long ago
now i sulk inside my room
looking for an escape in life
on other days
i sit down in the corner of my room
and cut and cut
till my hearts content
then my eyes bulge
in a violent array
blood is delicious
the best shiet on earth
my parents then come and ruin the fun
they throw this disgrace out the door
i sob in the alleys of dark cold streets
i would have slept in a room
but i have no friends
no one would hang around with me
i have a 4.0 but still they all say
i am the drainage upon society, a shame
well one can tell easily
what can you do with a life
a life thats filled
with a shietload of issues
end it now and who cares
no one will leave my flowers upon my grave
they would spit on it and stomp the dirt
and jingle my coffin until it breaks
so i made up my mind
one more crack
and away i'll leave.
besides as i see it
death itself is not as bad as can be






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