As I sit here starring at my scars I think living life is like living hell.
My scars are like questions that I could only answer. but don\'t know how.
I don\'t cry tears any more, I cry blood, but not enough.
I\'m tired of lies that life holds and things that don\'t make any sence.
Once my life is over my life is complete.
My memories are painful giving up is my only solution.
I cant move on with the future when I\'m still with the past.
I can\'t believe any of this is real.
Every thing I had is dissolving like the pills I take to make the pain go away.
I\'m trying to escape my life, in away I didn\'t plan.
I don\'t know how this happened.
Life goes by so quickly to a point where I close my eyes and say good bye.
Goodbye old firend.
*I wrote this on a my sucide note to my bestfriend*
