Don't you think it's funny that we don't matter in the world? I do, I think it hilarious I could laugh at it all day, but why even try to smile at this world that fills you with pain and sarrow. Even though people torture me enough already. The list of why I don't want to be here goes on and on.
I didn't tell you my name for a reason in the beginning, but now where half way through hehehe not. It's kin I don't know why my mother named me that. It has to be a reason though.
I'm sitting here thinking with the warm summer breeze blowing on my face. The grass below me is stiff yet soft at the touch and the dark blue sky with clouds that look like Cotten candy. I'm thinking happy thoughts now and yet I'm crying hopefully happy tears or tears of joy as one might call them.
I wonder what happened when you die. I lift my wrist and look at it.
"I wonder."
I say with as much thought I could put into it until I fall down dead. Dropping my wrist, it is funny isn't it.
"Why do I go on and on if I just hate it here, Maybe I can fix it."
I lay down in the grass, looking up at the sky.
It really is funny. That no one knows huh maybe I can find out. I mean it's all in the wrist when you think about it, just 2 very curtail things you need. A person, and a knife then you have your self a deal.
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A wrist
HorrorIt's all in the wrist "he" says. All I have to do is pull it away and wait. I wonder what it's like 6ft under.
