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by JD Irby Jul 7, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The day comes to a close the sun is setting my eyes begin to turn cold. tonight i am betting I bet a wager, a wager of life to kill myself or just live with deny should i rupture that which i hold dear or should i sweeney myself in a blink of an eye? a slit a cut a spit a miss i'm betting i won't do a thing i wager you nothing for no one is listening To die a hero that is an honor to die a child thats a mild horror To end you life shortly to give up and die they consider that a coward I consider it homicide Live your life and live it well i ruined everything we held dear my soul will rot in hell