When I hunted and I killed I always said “Just hold still” When you passed I saw a tear, but more then that I saw your fear.
Author: Sick Lullaby
My last words
As you sit here and read you will soon start to see just how painful it is to be me.
Poisoned Life
You used to laugh, You used to cry, You used to fuckin love your life.
So Called God.
If you were real why can’t you see all the pain that you brought to me…
Hatred
Hating myself, Hating my life, Wishing I was you, and I was out of sight.
Punctured Life.
The cuts, the bruises are obvious on her pale skin… she is quiet, just a lonely girl in the gruesome world. The jail is her safest place. She doesn’t want to go back…
I’m [not] Sorry.
I’m sorry I can’t be the person that you want of me. I’m sorry I can’t be the pretty girl with the pretty face. I’m sorry I can’t be the most popular or talkative one. I’m sorry I can’t be the most postive or sympathetic. I’m sorry I can’t be he or she. Unfourtunately, I’m… Continue reading I’m [not] Sorry.
slowly dying, painfully crying.
Looking out my bed room window, wishing you were mine. Crying all alone with no one beside, no friends in my life to lean on and cry. Yes, I’m still here, waiting to die.
Beliefs?
I never cared about what people thought of me, what people thought of anything… and I never will, but what I am about to talk about is crazy. People get mad at me for not believing in God.