STUFF I WROTE
(NOW ISN'T THIS A TREAT A LOOK INTO MY MIND)
LOVE:
Because I love you is not enough. I'm at a lose for words. I have lost my voice and now i am speechless. Makes me wish you were here. All the time a New Years resolution only to end in new tears. how soon we forget. Kicking down everyone in my way and all the words left unspoken. my thoughts are warm yet I still feel alone. I never back down I'll never fit in. We all know i don't belong. though nothing matters to me I still hold on to my memories of love that used to be.I think about love then dying comes to mind. Having never known you. And now I never will. I want someone to know me like I wanted to know you. I want someone to love me liked I loved you.
WHY ME:
What do you want with me today?
To fight again like we did yesterday?
I see you like how I kicked your ass. How I fucked you up again.
How I almost killed you again.
You want me to put my fists down? So you get me with a cheep shot to put me on the ground?
Why do you have to fuck with me?
Why do you have to fuck with me?
Oh why do you have to fuck with me?
So I can kick your ass again?
I wait by the phone no motion comming through.
I have no girlfriend so thats why I waste my time with you.
So is that why you fuck with me?
Because I took your girlfriends virginity?
So again why do you always fuck with me?
So I can kick your ass like always.
Is that why?
Or is it just me.
A FRIEND:
Why am I always the friend. I can't go out with my friends they say. this is getting kind of fucked up. Why am I always the loser who got screwed? i like you. I love you. Lets just be more than friends I say. Well I wear my heart on my sleeve and i don't want to hurt you when we break up, so lets just stay buds you say. Whay am I always just the friend, the loser who always gets the short end. WHY AM I ALWAYS THE FUCKIG FRIEND? WHY CAN'T I EVER BE MORE?
DEATH:
Death is the only thing left for me.
I cut my wrists in my dreams.
Shotgun bangs bullets in my brains.
Can I truly be that insane.
For some of us death is the only way.
The best way is to go away.
Death is my mistress.
Blood is my prayer.
All I know is death is my way.
Death is the only way.
Why is death calling me?
Am I truly free?
Am I truly free?
To be what I want to be?
Death is the door. Suicuide is my whore.
Death is the only thing that can set you free.
Put noose on that tree.
So put your neak through and jump and finally be free.
EVIL:
Some people grow up knowimg the 7 deadly sins and they know it is a trap. that they will gro up guilty and raise fucked up children. So some grow up angry without an outlet so they resort to violence and that, is where evil come from but we can't define evil. We can't define it in one cause or way becuase evil is everywhere and can be anything.
More to come later. And remember our agreement.