raise your hand if you dont really care if you wake up tomorrow

i sit here sharpening my knife
imagining the cut
blood flying all directions
screams filling the air

mad laughter
sorrowful crying
i pity non of them
they chose the way to go

they yelled and bitched
he slapped with glee
their blood soon to be mine
filled the room with ruby light

fuck parents
god they love to hear themselves talk
hearing themselves makes them feel smart and important
what i am i supposed to say to them," my god are you an amzing genius. i cant believe i didnt think of that first. wow i never thought of it that way, but your right. i wish i was as smart as you."

...fuck them

fuck you exams, and you mr. bishop, you can go fuck yourself too

mother fucking mother fucker
what a fag
piece of shit
god i hate my life

laughing fills my head
as i watch myself die
leaving all behind me
never having to look back

only moving forward
always toward a light
the tunnel is not long
the end will be here soon

i tyhought id just put a poem on cause ive written a lot since i stopped putting them up, but this one was written today. ill probably never put the others up ( Read more... )

i have not updated in a month and i wasnt going to, but this was too good to pass up
bitch ass mother fuckers

mmmm...good friday
jesus and his pals
id rather have some cake
kick ass, cake would be great

i actually got to hang out with people this weekend, but still, i dont know what it is, i just dont want to go on anymore. do you ever feel like you are just trapped, that if you saw a way out you would do anything to get there, even if you die trying. maybe being ungrounded after a month and being able to drive some will help me, but being able ( Read more... )

my blood flows through your fingers ( Read more... )