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by Angelkisses386 May 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My world is a dark and pointless place Filled with wasted and useless space I don’t know why I am still here I’ve tried to get out and got very near But every time I try to break free I’m stopped by someone who thinks they know me Well that’s not true, they really don’t So there’s no point in trying to stop me when I won’t I’m going to continue, until I succeed in dieing So stop telling me there’s hope when I know your lying You know the truth and that I won’t quit Even if it takes me driving into a pit Just let me go, and slowly move on And stop trying to think this is just a con It’s not hard to see that I’m not cut out to be alive So please just let me cut free with the knive Once I’m gone all your worries will fade away I love you yes, but goodbye I will say You may cry, but it’s for the best I need to be alone, in quiet I will rest.