i remeber i was goth just hanging out with my friends leading two differents lives one was at school being a gothic hardass that was dying for someone to love me but everytime i like someone it ends sadly with me being even more depress girl asking for my uncle but not me people crying for my family but never me getting pick on all the time but now it gotten old why o why won't anyone love me show me love that i don't have at home but instead it pain the pain to be like everyone else the that hurt so much why won't anybody put me out of my misry but the woman and all laugh at me a run away sayin bad things like waymon a monster he eat you up if you talk to him but one girl was brave she talk to waymon she said you're not the monster are for torturing you waymon fell to his knees to the girl i know but the knife in my stomach said thank you but now it my time to go into another souless body to die again and again because that the sweet end of my life my death is a gift to everybody
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