My life. (By WhoDoYouThink?).

Welcome to my life. You won’t enjoy your stay, so get out as soon as you can. Here’s the list of activites:
- Feeling crappy.
- Feeling down.
- Feeling like nothing’s worth living for.
- Feeling like all is your fault.
- Feeling so suicidal you can’t think of anything else.
- Planing on how one should die the fastest way.
- Hurting yourself and/or your friends.
- Keep thinking of how am I still alive.
- Keep being stuck in the past, and all the pain and hate that comes with if.
Have some fun.

There’s No Title.

Why do I keep telling myself that I am something great? I am just a broken piece, a lost wanderer.

My heart is aching, so is my thoughts.

My feelings, they hurt so bad I wish I didn’t have them.

I wish for nothing more, or less, then finding inner peace. I wish I didn’t turned out to be like this, it’s a shame that wishes never comes true. It’s bullocks, crazy talk.

Can’t Stop. (By me.)

I’m in an constant battle between staying for you, or just doing what I want to deepest down, taking my life.

I want to die, but at the same time not.
I’ve figured you’ll never love me, but never hate me either.
I want to help, but I can’t do much.
I want to be gone, but I can’t hide.
I simply cannot stop thinking of killing myself and just lay beside you for the rest of my life.
I cannot live with this anymore, it’s tearing me apart, inside to outside.
I can’t take this any longer.