I thought that things would be different.
Thought things would change so that I wouldnt be so...so...so HURT!
Hurt to the poin of no return
Im done now....with life.
Done with everything...everyone....
Im only 15, how CAN i deal with it?
Other than death?
To me, There IS no other way out
NO other way to escape this
I sound like a broken record dont I?
But hey, what else is there for me to do?
What do I have to live for?
I sit here and listen to happy girls, talk for an hour,
Talk about how in love and how happy they are...
Boyfriend?? HA!.... Wish I had one of thoes
NOt gonna happen...
SO I might as well forget that concept...Ill be lonely forever....
Might as well push that out of my mind....
The subject repetitiveness of my poems is a
give-away isnt it?
I cant take this anymore....
no more....
Finished...
Done...Soon Dead...It is my Death wish to stay alone.....
Alone to Die