Originally Written: 9/7/01
Lost in this world with no one to run to.
Lost in my existence without a life to blame.
Lost in a heart that beats for no one.
Consciousness is just a figment of my imagination.
Fading in and out of a world that is constantly fucking me over...
Instead of slicing my wrists to shreds, I envision my heart being cut out of my chest with a rusty, jagged blade.
The sight of my heart beating viciously on the floor is overwhelming.
As they watch me cry, they stand there and laugh without the slightest hint of remorse.
Losing my mind, the voices are saying: "DO IT, GET IT OVER WITH, NO ONE CARES ANY WAY, YOU WON'T BE MISSED...YOU'RE A FUCKING LOSER-JUST DIE ALREADY!!!!"
Listening to clock tick tock my wasted life away, wishing that pushing the hands forward to the day that I die would actually work. Or even to the day I was conceived just so I could hit my parents up along side their heads and say:
"HELLO, BIRTH CONTROL WOULD BE NICE HERE..."
To never have been born is better than wasting away in this sack of shit that everyone seems to insist on calling "MY LIFE"
The end!
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