all this pain laeds to one thing death, whether it be quick like a swooping lovers embrace or eventual like a stalking cat. so careful, so cautious. i want to die. yet every day my mind says just wait one more day. maybe tomorrow when i call my fiancee, he won’t throw my mistakes in my face, yet each tomorrow is the same and each night when i go to sleep i hope to no one that i will never wake again. i don’t know how i would do it, maybe slit my wrists and drink the blood until my stomach excepts no more. this is short but i just want people to understand that if you get depressed seek other’s. in the end your life is worth it. people make me cry. they are so beautiful yet they kill themselves in slow pain-filled ways. save yourselves. thank you and good-bye?
the point of all the pain
January 27th, 2001 | death