Dear anyone who reads this,
I can not stand myself or this world no longer.
I can't seem to get any stronger.
When I look in the mirror I seem to break down.
I no longer want to be around.
When all I think about is suicide,
It's really hard to stay alive.
I just wanted to be the first to say good bye.
And tell you there is no need to cry.
This world is not my place.
I feel more like a charity case.
I am a side effect of society.
My existence was a mistake entirely.
I cut, binge, and burn.
Still perfection is what I yearn.
I will never be good enough.
Yet I tried to stay tough.
That was my silly mistake.
I am what you call a disgrace.
Music saved my life.
Other people took out a knife.
Now I lay on the floor dead.
Covered in my paint blood red.
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Life
RandomHey guys! so I have decided to take my feelings out in a better way then cutting so I decided to write. Everything in here is straight from my heart and no editing was put in to it. All of this is what I feel. So let me know what you guys think. Don...
