me

feeling depressed my soul has repressed everting inside of my mind. I take a bottle to erase your face but still it is left behind. Friends try to help as i sit and gulp almost ready to die. Wether by drugs, by knives or someone who is ready to take a life. When i am gone i hope no one will be alone. But that is why you have to hate me when i am here and love me when i am gone. here i sit and say that you dont need me here today. Never again will I be here again for my life has come to its final end. The last breth has been taken along with my soul never again to make anyone whole. For me that would be glorious and hopefully the day that some will say “screw being sad over her hey lets go party and play”