Friday is the day,
The day i cant stand to hear about,
Because if its true my life will be ruined,
I will have  to face the consequences when i'm WAY older,
Hopefully if its not true  i will be half normal.
Sadly.
I'm already suffering,
Why do i have to suffer more?
More than i already am?
More miserable.
#I #Hate #My #Life

Does the late  night chats?
You telling me you love me?
The kisses?
The jacket?
Me loving you?
My best friend being mad at me because of you?
Me getting a headache from the smoke smell on your jacket,
But its worth it right??
Does this all mean something?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My wrist are red,
And i'm black and blue

roses are red
violets are blue
but the colors are fading
and so are u
every day u fade a little more
and when u finally leave
your blood is stained on my floor
from your wrist and mine stained forever
the scars on my arms remind me
of all the memories  
with the thoughts of u in mind
i realize that i cant survive
i put that rope around my neck
i finally take my last breath
a letter i have left  on my bed
saying i have killed myself to be with u
i hope now u can say u love me too