Post by ' ' bubblegum. on Jan 2, 2010 2:16:23 GMT -5
<i><center><size=1>Tears run down my now permanently creased eyebrows, and for what? Not getting what I want? Such a pathetic reason, I feel like a three-year-old... But still... They do pour, whether it be silently or ear-shattering, they pour right on down....
I feel.. dead, as dead as a live person could be. I feel like if I don't kill myself, the suffering will continue forever. I wan- no... I <b>need</b> to escape. Now. I'll run away... tomorrow, I'll make it out without a noise.. I could do it easily... Every night, no.. even the daytime I'm left alone in a room. I sit on the computer and type. I sit there... ad type, but also listen. I listen to music, and to the emotions of other peoples' typed words. I die a little, knowing my situation isn't as bad as some of these peoples' I shouldn't be crying... I shouldn't be dying
I feel.. dead, as dead as a live person could be. I feel like if I don't kill myself, the suffering will continue forever. I wan- no... I <b>need</b> to escape. Now. I'll run away... tomorrow, I'll make it out without a noise.. I could do it easily... Every night, no.. even the daytime I'm left alone in a room. I sit on the computer and type. I sit there... ad type, but also listen. I listen to music, and to the emotions of other peoples' typed words. I die a little, knowing my situation isn't as bad as some of these peoples' I shouldn't be crying... I shouldn't be dying