I’m feeling death is a come on, and suicide a friend who sees. I lay here and think about both and I think about you. the one that made me lay here in the first place. I’m hurt, but do you care? No, you dont give a flying fuck if I Die or not. So, leave me alone or I’ll just go kill myself…What no faith? well here goes.
death is a come on.
September 29th, 2002 | poetic
