Lying broken on the floor
darkness surrounds me
crying like never before
dying slowly

How is it that people you dont even know can h8 you so much that even they wished you were dead?

I will show you a quote or a poem about killing myself with a rope or knife
you will ask me why i h8 my life
y is the answer so unseen
when your the one who is so mean

Death is bliss i dreamt that i died and it was such a good dream until i woke up crying because that is all it was......
a dream

I sit there wraped in ure arms telling u that u will probly forget
but in the morning it the feeling u had was simply regret

How can i love you so much yet hate you so much then hate myself for loving you

Kill me now
kill me please
im begging you
im on my knees
make it stop
make it end
my broken heart
will never mend

I want him but i dont want to hurt him i want him to kno but knowing will hurt him but him not knowing will hurt me again I choose to hurt myself

Slash my wrists slash them deep
put me in eternal sleep
pull the trigger hold it tight
soon i will see the white light

Even in my dreams im screaming
help me please, stop this feeling
trying to run, face all flusted
i myself cannot be trusted
falling to my knees im screaming
wake me up tell me im dreaming
even tho that is not true
help me kno y i am so blue