I'm feeling empty without her depressed and I'm becoming more stressed with each un answered text I know I'm annoying and this is just toying with my emotions I'm glad she's happy without me I just wish she couldn't replace me.. But I'm replaceable and I'm never good enough, I never will be I'm destined to be with my anxiety throwing up unexpectedly... Just wishing I was acepted for me..

Im finally breaking
The knife in my hand shaking
The blood from my finger tips begin to slip onto the floor, Suddenly theres a knock at my door I try to clean it up I whipe away the tears as they walk in only to see the man thats caused all of this again, Depression cold blades and medication just dont mix its like a sweet little twist it stings a bit but just hurts in the end as the last few drops drip I begin to slip into the darkness again only to wake up and do it all over again is it me or is it you nevermind irts probably him slipping the **** into his veins  again to threaten me once more and out of everything he calls me a ******* ***** well hes a **** got 9 kids and only know 2 its kinda depressing but its hard not to be in a time like this you dont want to be recollecting any of
memories so I lock them in a safe untouched but dangerous dont open it if I do I begin to break down and give in and it all starts over again as the blood drips from my fingertips I began to slip into the darkness yet again...

Baby its dark out there,
And well its cold too cant you feel the air, Baby please dont go out there the mist is thick and the street light in the distance is just saying stay here with me as it flickers in the distance, wait did you see that over there the tall man he wears a suit all black with no face full of fear even hes saying stay here but he doesnt care anywhere you run baby and hes going to be there he will still your soul so just stay here and I promise I will only still your heart with my words of love with no signs of fear so just listen hear missy  I love you and please stay here

**** this **** im ending it suicidal thoughts? Well thats just it weapon in hand ready to spill blood razer blade or bullet? Which should i choose one with a bang or one with a slit how about this? I slit my wrist and just sit in this **** my own blood soaking in the bath tub oh here I go I begin to slip so let me put my hand on the trigger and wake myself up I pull down hard and tight and the next thing i know im wide awake looking right at the bathroom wall
I can see all my thoughts mostly about suicide though as they all reach the floor I begin to hear a knocking at the door "are you okay" screams of terror and even more a why would he do this here and there well I was depressed and no one listened anymore But now as you hold my lifeless body in the floor im so glad you can adore me

Look at us our worlds destroyed yours more recently then mine but look time will make it all okay one day sonner or later Days will pass where you dont even think of there name anymore. I described myself but you say im describing you, I
. dont understand this its almost like . worlds coincide, I've begin to think less about suicide and just more about me being by your side its crazy sweet how you sweep me off my feet that adorable smile and those eyes i could just loose myself for a while I haven't smiled like this myself in a while its nice to think a Maybe and hopefully a one day? Not one day soon but one day in the works
time has healed all the damage and maybe i can be the bandage For all the pieces he left behind

Suicide,  best suited for the inside. Plastic wrap laid down nice and neat. Its going to be a sweet little treat when my mother breaks through my locked door seing me lifeless in the floor. Im so glad you can adore me now after all the silence thats made me violent not twards others but myself my inside ate itself destroying itself with overthinking leading me to this dark place where my eyes will never open again ill never have to worry about this silent pain again..

She makes me sick
Her lips are like poison      and i cant get enough
Each kiss gets me a bit closer to closure with the fact she's not really mine Maybe its just whats left on her lips the whisky got us tipsy and were making mistakes making out on the couch just because we can she tells me were just friends but we begin to dig into each others skin she's driving me crazy then with a few more shots everything gets fuzzy the smacking of our lips begin to stop next thing i knew we were shacking up, But is this really okay aren't we just friends? This cant be true?   I dont know but i cant think straight and im pretty sure she cant either i try to stop but the flow of our bodies are just saying go at it, The next morning as i wake up i realize shes gone a note in her place saying shes sorry for the one nighter and that when shes drunk she cant control herself so i just try to avoid contact for a while and the desire to do so is killing me So i call her.... She answers.. and its all okay were still friends till the end.. which is whenever i can end it because in all reality i cant do this she's either mine or no ones at all...

I swallow it whole, with a swig of whisky down it goes. Maybe i wont put on a show this time. Maybe I'll pass out before the alcohol gets a hold of me and i take off my clothes. Maybe i should take a few more pills, Another fist full of pills with a little help from my friend jack down they go. My vision gets blurry and i feel like everything is rushing around me in a hurry. So in a scurry i run to my bed hopefully i didnt take to much and i pass out dead i stop before i get there and i grab my head in hopes for the spinning to stop but it doesnt everything just keeps twirling like a top i reach to unlock my door but i fall to the floor in a drunkin fury i barge in my room ****** at everything i lay in bed with the hopes of sobering up soon I shut my eyes as time passes i feel like i begin to die the pills take ahold and i feel like a comet zooming threw space seeing all the stars and looking at all my scars, scars you've caused even though you use to be my number one star, My sun my universe,  my everything but now your my nothing and it makes me sick, sick enough to ***** and stop this suicidal craze and began my journey back home through this universal maze

What is silence? Is silence just quite violence going on in your head making you wish you were dead suppressed like a gun with a suppressor I died in silence with a bullet to the head, im sorry I gave up I was just on my last thread

Im mently breaking down and your words are like bullets they hurt with each letter another round is fired you say its "sophisticated" and that its for the better, but what if you were my better, Not my everything, but definitely my something, my something cute my something sweet my something to love, my someone special, you were mine

You destroyed me, You lied to me Now all i can think is why dont i just die? Give up your done trying she never wanted you by her side It was just something to hoax you into suicide so my thoughts have been destroyed and happiness in pieces Like a shattered mirror trying to pick up the pieces but with each shard of glass I get cut deeper and deeper blood stains the carpet red As the thoughts rush into my head I think why not so I grab a piece just to cut my leash around my neck I pass out dead on the carpet stained red

Mother you ignore me, i remember when you use to adore me I was Your "baby boy" Yeah that use to annoy me But i had gotten use to it now im staring to miss it. My thoughts have become dismal with rejection,  I remember when you use to inject, But you stopped for me you came clean just for me. But now your forty and your not
even for me you just ignore me..

Dear Juliet i know i couldnt follow in the footsteps that you had set for me i might not be that perfect Romeo but baby im still that wonderful me i know im not all that its cracked up to be but you know id always lie by your side when you cry ill fight all of your tears and everyone of your fears right there with you baby as long as im here youll never have to be anyone but your perfect little self

You've broken me for the last time suffocated in silence till i cried desperate for feelings despite what youve told me i grab the blade and slice it the way across my skin you told me not to as the blood drips i begin to slip into my normal feelings for you love and affection for blood and affliction

Sleep is for the weak, well im weak please give it to me im kissing at your feet begging for sleep but you've got me beat another 4 am passes another sleepless night another stress filled day and im restless depressed diluted past all the rest I just want a little shut eye please dont make me give a sweet goodbye to get rid of this stress and get me a little rest, Im feeling triggered and whats feeling best is some rest so I put the gun to my head just to hope for the best I pull the trigger and I'm dead in rest.

My creativity isnt just some activity its my feelings on a page a page thats blank in the beginning but I feel up every line with my feelings i dont understand i shouldnt wish i were dead but maybe im just not right in the head before you know it the page is stained red maybe with spilt ink or maybe im dead...

Is this just the dream you haven't awaken from yet? Am I your nightmare or just your biggest regret? Or am I that dream you'll never forget do you wake up only to go back to sleep and dream of us together forever because when reality hits baby it's like a brick its heavy and will crush your dreams like nothing else I'm sorry I'm not your reality but
baby you can always dream

Sad? Why not im full of dismal thoughts i thought i once excaped but no im back to breaking over all this thinking im full of hate and sorrow you make me wish i had no tomorrow im depressed and becoming desperate dieing for anyone to lie to me just tell me im all right and that ill be okay but despite all that ill still lay in my dismal sorrow wishing there was no tomorrow escaping through the bite of a bullet and thats just it so as i grasped the trigger harder my teeth began to clinch tighter till   my jaw dropped but not in aw but of my dismal sorrow escaping through my bite of no tomorrow

This generation is messed up anxiety eating dissorders and even more were helpless selfless people that hurt all the time and have panic attacks over nothing one word said kinda makes us wish we were dead were unappreciated wishing we were appreciated questioned in disbelief just wanting to be believed..