the good always comes with the completely fucking terrible.

Jan 04, 2005 10:45

I can't fucking sleep.
or stop crying for that matter,
just knowing how this happened,
and how I could have made a fucking difference.
How I could have made a fucking difference.
If I was there.

Why the fuck did this have to happen to me?
I'm a horible person.
I may seem like sugar on the outside, but internally I'm wrotten, wretched, fucked.

i'm really a lunatic now.

I look around, but can't without tears emerging.

I had a friend of mine commit suicide last night, and it HURTS.

what the fuck is someone suppose to do?

he called me right before it happened, and well... I didn't pick up the phone because I didn't feel like talking to him.

someone tear me to peices, really now.
i need someone to talk to.

I feel like I'm more of a pussy then my dead friend.
it's kinda funny isn't it?

maybe I'm just loosing my mind...
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