Too Much!
By Phantompx4
Well here I am again. . . . . See I'm up all night again and I can't sleep. There is simply too much going through my head. It's Times like this that I feel so dead inside. It's all cause of these same old feelings that Poor from my veins. I feel like cutting them. Just to release some of this stress cause, it's not Like I'm into suicide or any thing like that. . . . No, No, see It's all just too much to take. I can't keep it in. Because if I dot let it out, it's going to make me choke again. And I'm supposed to be too strong to be hurt by you. No, I'm better then That. SEE IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT! You put a wall around your self. And would not let any one in. You had to make your self seem so damn much Better then what you really were. And now, that you have fallen. Look at your self. A selfish fucking prick. That looks into the mirror as He is cutting him self. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT DANIEL aka (phantompx4) Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 01:20 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Well here I am again. . . . . ..."