So many times, so much places
I’ve tried to kill myself without any traces
People don’t care I’m such a burden my mother hates me It just keeps hurting
No one cares most are unaware
I’m alone in this world no friends just foes
They all hate me they tease , they say I’m just a hoe
I’m nothing to anyone they don’t feel my pain
I should be gone , no one is to blame
Why live when there’s nothing but hurt?
My life is a mess this would never work
Momma tried her best to reach me
Father could’ve never taught me
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I suppose i just want to get my thoughts down on a visible medium. For as long as i can remember, Â i’ve always preferred to never exist. Im 21 right now and i dont see an endgame in life that i could possibly enjoy. I simply dont want to exist. I want all traces of my life to be gone an erased from all records and notice. I have family that cares for me, this being the only thing preventing action. So now i guess the only thing to do in life for me is to continue doing absurd crazy things and take great risks […]
the merry go round
goes round and round
round and round
living loving having fun
no one wants to realize what we have done
everyone laughing , eager faces
but when we are through
there will be no more traces
of life as we know it
but we do not show it
behind our facades our masks
so cleverly made up
im ready to give up
the merry go round goes round and round
round and round
the creatures we ride are colorful decorations
created by us
crowned decorations
all except one
the creature i ride wears no crown
only a dark twisted frown
we are draped […]
It looks like I survived the most powerful suicidal thoughts attack in my life that I had for the last week and a half. I’m not sure if that’s good. I’m just too weak, to do it I had to delete all the pictures of the girl I love from my computer, delete all traces of her so nobody would bother her after I’m gone. I couldn’t do it, I just can’t. I can’t let her go.
I’m back to escaping from everything into my head, fantasy worlds. I don’t really want it anymore because the thought that one day I will wake up and instead […]
Does anyone else feel pathetic posting here? I do, every time I do.
Well, I’m past due. Way past my date of expiry. I have it set up that if I don’t reply to a text by the end of the day, the cops are going to come busting through my door. And the cops have done that already twice this year, it’d be too embarrassing if I were alive to greet them. Last time they came by, I had three of them stomping around in my room, snooping, while I stared at the traces of vomit that had dried up on the hardwood floor, hoping […]
You can call me Robert for now, even though that’s not my true name. You’ll never know my actual name, unfortunately, because I won’t be around to tell it to you. Obviously, i plan to kill myself, but you would be mistaken if you thought that i was sad right now. As a matter of fact,this is the first time that I’ve felt happy in years! Finally, finally, I have found a way to end myself; to put a stop to the horrible thing that is my mind.
Over the years, I have been plagued with psychopathy. I couldn’t even walk down the fucking street without […]