... and today is definitely one of those days....there is nothing more to say or do. I am not giving up, nor am i fighting back...i am going to just continue walking along ...and waiting till it happens...
holllw point bullets please
chains whips brass knuckles
Anything to make this stop
Life in loser-dom is not for me
drag me til the skin disapears
Turn every bone to oatmeal
Slice me in to bits
Cut me until i bleed out...
Borderline personality disorder, paranoid, easily upset, disturbed, very angry, rabid and broken.
I am broken.
There is no help, no hope, no love, no compassion, nothing for me now. Really, it's that devoid. Overdramatic? Sure. Melodrama never hurt anyone. I've been fighting...
I wish I could pull the nearest stranger to me and place a gun to my head and watch them pull the trigger, I'm so tired of everything but I lack the courage to do it myself.. These thoughts swirling around in my mind, taunting me.. I wish it would end..
I wish someone would just shoot me so I don't have to do it myself. Thant would probably be easier on my family, especially since they don't even know that I have a gun or that I'm bipolar, have been to a mental hospital, am bulemic, am a cutter, and tried to OD on the 4th of...
Please do, I wish someone would come up to me right now, and Just put a gun to my head, and put me outta my missery. I swear I will write a Note saying I told you too, so no one would get in trouble, Please someone, anyone, I will give you the gun and the bullets, all you would...