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
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away