its so boring in new castle...its sucking my soul away...my mom found my cloves...she doesnt know that i stole her valium tho...i cant wait to get my lisence...then i can drive out to graceland cemetrary and smoke pot and just hang out...i like it there i feel presences and stuff when i do my wiccan rituals...i feel at home with the dead...becasue ( Read more... )

i take the blade
and cut my flesh
the blood pours out
like so even
and beautiful...
i bleed for you
my love
i bleed for you...

love will tear us apart...
but pain will bring us together...

becasue only then
will you love me
like i deserve

the smoke ( Read more... )

darkness...
the night
black....
like my soul

ppl always tell me my poetry is so deep...
i wonder if i can get it published someday...
but no, that would be hoping for too much...
all hope is meaningless......

my soul
wants
out of here
because it knows no
pain
like the despair you have given me
on my birth night
in this hour
of
loneliness...

this is my first entry. i hope it serves as a window for my depression well. because one day they will see......

me for me....