antipunk

Its so pathetic.
Reality.
It makes me ill...

So sick and disgusting, I feel I should be just as sick and disgusting.
The world is real.
You can touch it, you can taste it, you can suck it, you can fuck it.

I'm so tired of your lie.
I am not society.
I am not you.
I am barely me....
Just a fragment of a remenant of a shattered me.

I keep pretending and it keeps getting worse.

I'm sick with the disease that is 'you'.

I keep pretending...this is what I want...this is what I need...

Well, FUCK YOU!!!

I DON"T NEED ONE GOD DAMN THING!

Its all a lie thats been told before your age gets to old, we believe what nature tells us!
How forgetfull we are to be jealous of lies and pure malice!

Just another herd fighting for survival!
Cause your to fucking to weak to stand on your own!!!!

DO YOU GET SICK! WHEN YOUR ALL ALONE?!?!?!
DO YOU GET SAD! WITHOUT A HOME?!?!?!
CAUSE YOUR FUCKING WEAK!!!!!
Cause your fucking weak...
but its alright...

I know what its like...
to fight yourself more at night!
The dreams I have...are terrible ones.

Give me your hand!!!

I wish at day, to keep the demons away.

Cause I'm my own worse nemesis...

I'm not lost! I'm not confused!

I'm just so sick...
So sick of abuse...

Not being wrong never made you right...
Again I stare all night....
Into dreams and thoughts and visions of you...

Whats it worth to make them true?

A coward or a courage...a passive aggresive numbness, a violent scared ferocious.

Your thoughts are miserable because you believe so absolutly in something you feel means nothing.

Your fighting yourself and your riping at the seams...You can't help but lash out.

We're all liars to ourselves...think o so well...
its justice at the core, to always get what your looking for.

Always stuck on trial...
are you living up to what they want? Are you sure you aren't a fuck up?

Another "I'm sorry" suicide.

I'd rather stand and fight.

Take on the World and Die!

Bloody Knuckled Battered Suicide.

Its OK we all die.