| Thursday, March 4th, 2004 |
| 10:26 pm |
fuck it
I was in my room minding my own business listening to slipknot like I always do when my mom came in and told me to turn my music down. I wrote this poem in my fury: mother of the beast i slept in your accursed womb torment torment torment pain fuck you fuck torment pain torment why must you torture me i will have fuck you my revenge the darkness in me will be released i hate you fuck you all fuckers |
| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004 |
| 9:18 am |
my poem
so i am done i sat down in my room curled up in the corner and decided to write this one from my heart it describes my pain loss and sorrow in this world the world is black... black like my heart... no one knows... the inner me... the true me... why cant they just... figure me out... why am i stuck... in this hell hole... i could just ... end it right now... end it tomorow... end it all... .......from my black heart |
| 12:08 am |
sigh
i have heard many people and my friends tell me this is wrong decision and i guess it can wait i need to finish my last poem i will post it tomorow |
| Wednesday, January 21st, 2004 |
| 11:58 pm |
welcome to my nightmare
hi i am going to probably kill myself but i would like to put my suicide note here Current Mood: cold |