Life,

I Can't control it. I'm feeling like I can't get a hold of my worthless ass. It seems like none of my friends care and everything I'm working for is falling apart. None of my time that I ever used has gone wasted. I'm tired. I hate having to try so hard. But to no avail. Trying is all I can do and I'm sick of it.

Give me my heart. like a gift. My tears will fall like a rift. I need someone that'll give a lift. my life only can be filled with grievances. I need someone who cares. Who shares their feelings. I have a strict policy. And that is No ceilings.
Give away this strife. Slit my damn throat with my knife.
Because I am sick.
of.
Life, </3
Darclyfe