October 2010
30 posts
ask me things and request things
“All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via deadwriters)
....the thing's that go through my mind.
Why does the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life
The torture, the pain, the hurt
The discomfort I cause,
Why does it feel so right?
But the thought of the pain
The mechanics, the method
The hows and wherefores..
Why is that so beyond me,
my abilities, My confidence?
I know I would be better dead
All I care for is others
All I do is hurt others
All I want to do is leave...
