suicide girls, are they real and am I imaginary, If only that were so. So long does it usually take me to vocalize anything at all anymore. But once agin the bullshit continues. I still move through, so Lucky.
But more often then not, another person stop's decides to stand still. So there is no going back. Memories are what you become. Death you smile so sweetly on me, but why? Why continue with the ongoing battle against me and the OTHERS. I won't mention names, that would be so easy, I wont mention dreams or memories or anything real. I become something and you are not anything, anymore. But we all get what we want in the end, and a few get what they deserve. What about me, what the fuck do I get? some horrible disease or soemthing, this shit sucks.
But more often then not, another person stop's decides to stand still. So there is no going back. Memories are what you become. Death you smile so sweetly on me, but why? Why continue with the ongoing battle against me and the OTHERS. I won't mention names, that would be so easy, I wont mention dreams or memories or anything real. I become something and you are not anything, anymore. But we all get what we want in the end, and a few get what they deserve. What about me, what the fuck do I get? some horrible disease or soemthing, this shit sucks.
hazelscum134:
Broke huh? Fuck off you hippie...