I like the sight of blood running down my wrist.
Here I go.In one of my moods again.I don't think I've ever been like this in alooong time.Jeez my life feels like nothing to me anymore.Like I could die adn I wouldn't care.Too much is going on with me right now I can't really understand it.I don't want to be around anyone but I do at the same time.I think I'm just a black empty heart waiting to become pink and full again.Suicide is a fatal attempt,but thinking it isn't.Harmful to others but not so harmful to me.All I want is something special.Lately I feel like I've got absolutely nothing.I have alot of fun things coming up in October and Novemeber but it's not making me as happy as before.I like the feeling of causing pain towards myself and others.For some reason I feel like I was cursed with hurting someone ,like ripping their heart out and showing it to them before they die.I feel like nothing good is out there for me.Most of the time I wanna die.I feeldead inside.I don't care what people say about me it's not worth listening to and making yourself better.Writting has helped me get out some of my emotions....maybe I do need help.Maybe I am unstable.Maybe there's another way to complete this short thing called life.
Wake up now,just tell me it's ok to die.
Wake up now,just tell me it's ok to die.