Jake walked alone after school that day. He walked in silence, his footsteps made no noise against the wet pavement. The sun was blocked out overhead, and the rain began to fall again. Jake didn’t care, he didn’t have anywhere to go anyway, if he went home he would probably get beat by his dad. He didn’t want to become like his dad. An abusive drunk, who was never sober at home. He wanted to be like his uncle. He wanted to go to college and become an engineer. he wanted to go somewhere in life and get out of this city of hell. All […]
I rather die now rather then later, i have thought of death since i was 5 or so and thought of ways to go to do the deed, i am 24 now . I was married for 3 years to my highschool sweetheart. I work at a hospital and love the place. I am mostly known as a bright , outgoing happy go lucky girl, but I much rather die. There is this pain that I am always surrendered to, a feeling of almost bliss when I surrender that yes its my time to die. I feel calm and the pain seems to make since […]
I will wait…
I will wait for the day,
And these miles of snow,
Will be melting away.
I sleep under black moon,
And wait for the rain,
Hoping I don’t sink
When this flood breaks again.
Through my windows it’s pouring
And this end seems so slow,
Like a thousand cigarettes
Under melting snow.
These white tears of winter,
Fucking melting away,
But this dead body stays there,
On my sheets,it just lays here…
My life feels like I’m walking on a rock road.. Always cold and dark. Never knowing if I’m going to trip. When I do, I hesitate to get back up. Afraid of tripping and falling again. I always get back up though. Some falls take longer to stand up from.. Something keeps me going down this road.. The hope that the sun is going to wink at me and give me light to see the obstacles in the road. I don’t know how long it’ll take and maybe I’ll never see it in this lifetime. Someday though, whether I’m dead or alive, I’ll see the […]
It doesn’t matter to the sun. If I go or if I stay. The sun will rise like its just another day. It doesn’t matter to the sun no it only matters to me. It doesn’t matter to the world if I jump or if I drown. It will just keep turning round, turning round like it did the day before. It doesn’t matter to the world no. It only matters to me. It doesn’t matter to the moon if I cry tonight alone. That moon will just keep hanging round, hanging round, shine on some other woman’s dreams. You see it doesn’t matter to […]
Here, I wanted to share this with you.
While you stay, sit and bask in the sun.
It is my favorite place to go.
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Please take this with you, & also pass it on to others.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise people at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good people, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.