Why do i try to live…. my life is lost to the nothing-ness. I always knew it would i mean if your parents are a drugy and a cheating slut..you would expect a shity life. I ask my self day-ly if i should shoot my fucking brains out cause i dont want to end up… Continue reading Born without life
Tag: brains
SHUT UP!!!
Please shut up. Can’t you see that you are annoying me. Bitch shut the fuck up, you drive me insane, you fuck up my brain, while I am in pain. I don’t get no gain from the torture you cause, can’t you put your mouth on pause. I’d love to torture you the way you… Continue reading SHUT UP!!!
Just a Stupid Rant Because I’m in a Pissy Mood
Have you ever stopped to notice how stupid some people are? I mean, I may not be a genious, but I do have some brains. Which will quickly bring me to my point and the cause of this stupid rant. I’m driving along, minding my own business, and I notice these three teenage girls stranded… Continue reading Just a Stupid Rant Because I’m in a Pissy Mood
just like that
jack lay on the cold metal ground. blood was his only comfort right now. he winced a little with pain. then he came in again. he kicked him softly on the side. ‘Looks dead enough.’ was his only remark. jack was far too limp to fight but he knew he wasn’t dead. his father grabbed… Continue reading just like that
Just Pretend
Acting like you’re always happy Pretending to be all sappy You act like you’re the best well ha,ha you’re nothing but a pest
Hatred
Used to be I was hated, For my brains, And my heart. People made fun of me,
DRUNK
HE CAME HOME DRUNK AGAIN LAST NIGHT. HIM AND MOMMY STARTED TO FIGHT. HE CALLED HER NAMES AND CUSSED HER OUT. SHE JUST STOOD THERE WHILE HE PUT HER DOWN. I HEAR HER SCREAM OUT HIS NAME. I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S PLAYING THIS GAME. IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT SHE’S IN PAIN, BECAUSE OF HIM… Continue reading DRUNK
Hope you are happy
I hope you are happy cause now I am dead. You find me lying on my bed. My wrists are cut my brains blown out. Now we can no longer scream or shout.
a lil about me.a bit about my past
I can remember some things, and other things I can’t. I remember when I was a small child, About…almost a 3 years old. My father usde to Beat me up. he hit my mom.
That woman who gave birth to me…
I’m very unhappy where I am, and I’m too young to do anything about it. I live with the woman who gave birth to me, and the other accident child. She gave birth to me on Jan. 18, 1985 and I’ll never forgive her for doing so.