My Writings

9/29/18

•At times I might be annoying and aggravating, attention seeking or people hating, crazy and too happy or calm and not caring, but at least I'm holding on.
•Sometimes all you gotta do is relax and go on auto brain on the days you just can't deal with crap.
•It's not that I don't want to be your friend, I do. It's just that I don't want to need you. And if I let you get close to me, that's what's gonna happen. And you're not gonna be there anymore. You might deny it but I've been through this enough and it happens every time, no matter what.
•I see people when I'm all alone, I hear whispers behind the screams, I glimpse the shadows in the darkness, and I understand nothing about it.
•If you wanna kill me then kill me no ones stopping you. I'll even help, here's the gun. Or would you rather use a knife instead?
•I can feel it killing me. Like a bullet through the brain: skin burning, flesh ripping, blood dripping, skull cracking, brain exploding, breath halting, heart stopping. Why am I still here?