Darkness falls over me,I'm lonely,blood thirsty.When I sleep its cold around my body.When I breathed it felt like that was my last breath.I've died and came back again so many times. People have tried to kill me because i wear all black and write these poems.My heart, torn apart by my family. It hurts whenever I feel any emotion exspecially love. Sometimes I lay awake at night wondering if I should die tommorow.People say I'm crazy.Listening to them is my biggest mistake.Family, it means nothing to me for they dont understand. My friends, outspoken,insane. I dont know why they care for me so. People stare at me. Afraid. When I walk down the street I see people going to the other side in fear.Spirits taunt me and make me bleed.Kids throw things at me and make up lies about me. I dont care what I do and neither does my father.I feel no pain for my body is numb.My life is like a flame. I'm here to burn the to be put out.I'm living for death. Death is waiting.I've seen gravestones with my name on them. I've been stabbed and cut. I've been through things that if i should repeat them you'd flee from your room in horror. My life isnt as easy as some people think. People want to put a bullet in me. So do I.I spend my free time planning what I should do when I get a gun. My friends are far away from me. My parents avoid me.My life is like a grain of sand in a sand pit.I'm waiting for death and thats all. For the point of living is death, and death is better than this.
todeadtotype · Thu Aug 04, 2005 @ 02:52pm · 0 Comments |