as i sit and watch the blood, fall down my arm, i think of what it takes for me, to get to this point, i think of how much i hate there yelling and hipocracy, i think of how badly i want to die, to end all this shit, i see no other way out, whats this all about, why do I feel this way, how do i make this end, i dont have anyone to talk to, not even a freind, i have so much anger stuffed inside, its driving me insane, i have no idea how to stop this, to stop all this shit, i have no power, to change all this shit, so here in the bathroom i sit, with this knife in my hand.... ready to slit, waiting to die, all of this anger over, everytime i think about whats happening in the other room, this feeling appears in my soul, thats bringing me closer and closer to my own doom, closer to slicing my wrists, closer to ending all of this, i see no other way out, talking doesnt do shit, except confuse the situation, im so scared right now, they will never listen, to my declaration, for some sort of peace, some type of resolution, do they even care, that im in the bathroom, about to commit my own execution.....
Reason for writing:
this is by far my most personal poem im not sure why i showed this on here but i thought i should....this all happened tonight theere more but im afraid no one will get what im trying to express if i continue to ramble on.
Birth sign: Aries
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