Phsyco and depressed-deaths victim

by Rene Shaddinger   Oct 17, 2003


Sh*ts crazy in this illusional hole of weary mazes,
im so lost in this world going through these depressional phases.
love hate death and life,
the sparkle in my eye while holding this knife.
looking into my own refelction not knowing how to find my way,
never ending phsyco thoughts thinking today is the day.
my destiny to let go and be who i am,to let go be free, just not give a D*MN.
ill never be normal or sane just take my breath to rid this pain.
dont look at me the wrong way i might break.... i might go crazy and ur life will be the one i take,
hold it in my hands and watch ur breath slip away smile and wipe my tears and pray.
God hates me and satin doesnt want me where do i go how do i choose... i was born to be deaths vitctim i was born to lose.
please God let me smile let me be happy through these times of trial ... i cant breath ne more i dont kno how to live... ive never been given too and ill never be prepared to give... leave me alone f*cking world uve done nothing for me ... im saying my last words now world its all ur fault... you'll see... blood drops driping from my wrist .. highlighted names scheduled on my murder list.. u dont know what i can do to u while ur sleeping or awake u dont know the capabilties for God's f*cking sake.. listen to me hear me out pretty soon ill snap and do more than scream and shout... ill finally be free to do what i please ill finally just say f*ck it and fall to my knees... cut out my heart and hold it so tight close my eyes and fall asleep and never wake the night ... this poem is to u to tell u that im going im leaving my body cold and blue ... im crazy is it showing?

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