i would like impute on my writings. i know i am an amateur. so please help, i am only 17 after all this was from my last suicide attempt 12/09/13
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising