Dead roses

Life's a living hell, witch means I can end all right, or is it because im evil and don't know what to do in this realm no more, have I've grown out of this hell hole, or maybe I want to be like the beautiful like the angels that fly a endless eternity that can never break. I look at my self as a sinner, a monster of my own kind turning against them by my choice, by my option. Now they probably hate me. The things I did I wished I never done. And this is where it begins. This is war!