To feel safe inside my body
would be a blessing amid the curse.
To keep my body safe from harm
would be a glorious change.
To find a way to stop the war
from taking over mind and soul.
To take away the blades
that have taken hold of my soul.
To be free of the curse
that lays in wait inside my heart.

I cry at night because of you.
I am your humble servant.
So please, My Lord just treat me well.
And **** me on the spot.

I’m sure you want to cause me pain
because that is who you are.
Instead, please cause even more
by taking me to the grave.

The pain in my soul will no longer be there.
It will have gone to the stars.
But the pain to others will be even greater
than what you could cause me.

So I pray, My Lord, Satan.
To take me away from here.
Bring pain to my family, whom I hold dear
which I’m sure will make you happy.

I’ve ****** up my life.
I don’t know how.
And I don’t know when.
But I did.
I’ve ****** my soul.
To be in Hell.
And I don’t why.
But I did.
I did all this ****
to myself.
And I never realized it.
But I did it.
I ****** up.
I ****** myself.
I created a monster
*I did.

I wish that I was dead.
It’s not really that I want to **** myself.
I just want everything to be over.

If I was brave enough
maybe I could do it myself.
But I’m not.

I wish that my life was over
so I wouldn’t have all of these feelings
that actually don’t exist.

I wish that I was gone,
away from my life and family
so I wouldn’t be hurting them anymore.

If only I could make it
so I’m the only one who hurts,
maybe I’d be brave enough.