no one beside me. no one at my door. but someone will be here as i lie on the floor. drowning in blood. solely my own. oh how the hate has made me alone. i will not wait for the love will not come. no friend, nor buddy, nor pal, nor chum. just me by myself. alone in the dark. now people look at me as if im a shark. these thoughts and more all to me and soon none. for i will be gone when it's said and done. no need to stay in this hell hole called life. all i need is one simple knife. then ill be happy. then ill be free. then no one will have to see.... the horrible, dreadful, low-life called me.
May 6, 2010