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by PHOA anarchist Jun 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
To anyone who reads this I will already be gone I told you all so many times I want to be alone I can't stand how you try So hard to help me out All you do is mess things up I'll do this without a doubt I'll slit my wrists and leave Everything in this world behind It won't matter anymore I won't be on your mind Don't shed a tear for me I'm not worth the time I can't help everyone with Their problems in a rhyme I help you out, but not myself And i wander why I'm depressed You messed with my head And with it good you messed You told me i was no good And that no one cared I opened up my feelings and With them, the world i shared I'm done trying to help you I'm done trying to help me I am just done trying I want to die, don't you see? Last time I tried, I didn't die Because someone wants me alive And with the knowing of that With my pain I will thrive This time I will succeed That I promise you I'll hang myself by the noose Until my face is choking blue