CR4ZY_K1LL3r_4_H3R

The sound of the clock, slowly ticking me off. 
          	The sound of the wind moving the curtain and having it keep hitting the window, slowly making me unease. 
          	My leg bouncing in anxiety under the table. 
          	The thought of what I want to do today, consumes my mind. 
          	No one seems to understand 
          	No one seems to see my distress
          	No one seems to acknowledge that I'm pleading for help
          	No one shall ever know
          	What truly lies within me... 
          	What truly what I want to crave
          	A writer writes good stories about things, if you look closely you'll see the pain inside them and the deeper meaning in them
          	Never judge a writer, because they do know how to keep it well hidden

your_dad69420

I mean if you are waiting for your lovers, mind if I join? /j

CR4ZY_K1LL3r_4_H3R

@your_dad69420 whoops sorry *chuckles nervously* been out of head lol sorry  *pats ur head*
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CR4ZY_K1LL3r_4_H3R

The sound of the clock, slowly ticking me off. 
          The sound of the wind moving the curtain and having it keep hitting the window, slowly making me unease. 
          My leg bouncing in anxiety under the table. 
          The thought of what I want to do today, consumes my mind. 
          No one seems to understand 
          No one seems to see my distress
          No one seems to acknowledge that I'm pleading for help
          No one shall ever know
          What truly lies within me... 
          What truly what I want to crave
          A writer writes good stories about things, if you look closely you'll see the pain inside them and the deeper meaning in them
          Never judge a writer, because they do know how to keep it well hidden

CR4ZY_K1LL3r_4_H3R

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And the pastor says I'm good
          And, but Jesus Christ, I'm never good
          I'll nail my hands up to the wall
          And yeah, the pastor says I'm good
          But Jesus Christ, I'm never good
          I'll nail my hands up to the wall
          And yeah, the doctors were nice enough
          They just said I'm fucked
          Just like my mom is fucked
          I bet your dad's fucked up
          And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
          Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
          Twinkle Twinkle little star, alcoholics don't get far
          Unless they drink and drive
          Let's go for a ride
          And I hope, I crash and die tonight
          I hope I crash and die tonight
          Saying, "I do not like you
          I do not mind him much"
          You were just my first
          Now I've had
          I'm cold to the touch
          Leap to my death
          I'll die for my friends
          I'll lie to the end
          I'm cool to the touch
          Leap to my death
          I'll die for you all
          I'll die for my friends

CR4ZY_K1LL3r_4_H3R

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Mind clouded with  beautiful glint that shines, when the light gleams against the metal, the sharp edge of it making sure it's sharpen all the way, the thought of it filled with blood, my blood, the thought of it going deeper an deeper, going all over my neck and chest, th thought of it just having it jabbed into me, the thought of it slowly going up my arm, the thought of it going around my wrist... 
          Just going crazy with the thought of it, giving me a shiver down my spine for more and more and more.... 
          A drug for me that's addicting and what I need
          Something that I so desperately want
          Fuck everything else! I need this perfect moment with this