Is it dark
Is it worth to live
All I see is darkness and nothing seems to let me grin
I feel sadness runing through my blood
I cut myself to see if it hurts or not
I feel no pleasure I have no pain
All I see is a life with no gain
Nothing I want and nothing to attain
I wanted to burn myself till nothing remains
Or maybe try to be squished by a train
This is my life it is so plane filled with darkness and shame.
I enjoy seeing my blood drop and make a stain
I want to find pleasure in tourchering every part of my humain
I know I am sick I know I have no brain
But it is better to die this way
Nothing can cure this disease I attain
No force on earth can help me through the pain.
I think after all this I became insane
Nothing to love or obtain
Only death can make me saine.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Is it dark
Is it worth to live
All I see is darkness and nothing seems to let me grin
I feel sadness runing through my blood
I cut myself to see if it hurts or not
I feel no pleasure I have no pain
All I see is a life with no gain
Nothing I want and nothing to attain
I wanted to burn myself till nothing remains
Or maybe try to be squished by a train
This is my life it is so plane filled with darkness and shame.
I enjoy seeing my blood drop and make a stain
I want to find pleasure in tourchering every part of my humain
I know I am sick I know I have no brain
But it is better to die this way
Nothing can cure this disease I attain
No force on earth can help me through the pain.
I think after all this I became insane
Nothing to love or obtain
Only death can make me saine.
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