In my darkest hour if will no come. I love for it. I wait for it. It sits in the shadows and watches me. I beg for it to come to me, to release me from this pain thats tearing me apart and driving me insane. But it just sits there, waiting, watching. I scream at it "what thr fuckis wrong with you, Im hear, take me now and free me from this". Silence. Silence so deafening that I can not take it anymore. I curse at the figure and at the life its forced upon me. I will not be outdone. You who sit so righteous in the shadows. I will win this. I tell It you cant take this away from me as I feel the sweet softness of the razor melt into my flesh. I dont want this any more. He sits and watches a while more then slowly rises. He seems to glide as he approaches me. He outstretches his skeletal hand and says"Now my friend, we can go,"
I was made to suffer...
Smiling on the outside, Bleeding on the inside.
I would like to see things from your point of view but I don't think there is room up your ass for my head too.
When life has you down and there looks like there is just no hope remember just one thing....you're gonna die. hehehe You're welcome.
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