the more i am bored, the more i hate life; so i close the door and take out a knife. for some odd reason it comforts me, though most people find it quite hard to see. the drinking, the drugs, the sex and the lies; the people that tell me i'm going to die... i say i dont know why i do what i do but here is the truth, between me and you.. i know why i do it, i know all to well; and i dont think that it will send me to hell. it's all so much fun, the things that i try, and cutting will help me not ever to cry. it matters not if you use needles or glass, those who tell me i'm wrong can just kiss my ass. this is one of those things they could not understand maybe if they were to just lend me a hand. im not asking much, if they'd just try to care it is sometimes simply more than i can bare. so don't act concerned when you're really not. don't even tell me to quit smoking pot. things may seem to be going right for a day but by time it ends they've gone bad in some way. everyone wants to know why im depressed, and though there are things i should get off my chest i have never been good at saying how i feel i wonder if i'll make it to my next meal I wish I could make it all disappear, when I cry aloud, have someone that hears. you wouldn’t think that id get lost in the crowd, but while everyone else is being loud in a way I do try to just keep to myself I do take my feelings and put them on a shelf. maybe one day I won’t be so sad; and just maybe one day I will not be so mad. so since that’s about as likely as me loving my dad u can let me know when I start acting glad.
Reason for writing:
My LiFe
Birth sign: Cancer
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