Just do it
Or i'll do it myself
I'll do it soon
And i'll burn in hell
Slit my throat
Burn me alive
Rip me to peices
Just so I die
I hate my life
Like never before
For tons of reasons
They just keep coming more and more
Faking smiles
Faking laughs
I really need
To kick someones ass
Or someone to hurt me
To give me worse pain
Worse then the thoughts
That are already in my brain
Dont feel bad for me
Or at least dont fake it
You can even bitch me out
And make me feel like shit
Then i'll just go and end it
I'll end it all
Then you'll never be fucking bothered
By this fucking loser named Paul
man it sucks that you feel this way. i feel this way all the time and it really sucks. i like this poem... brings back memories
oh yeah one more thing Eddie. Try it!
See Eddie thats why the poem is called "Kill me" so i don't have to do it myself. I don't feel like being killed at the time right now but I might later. You can kick my ass whenever you want Eddie. You to Jill. You know just for fun.
You tell him Eddie
hay i could bitch u out but i'll just beat your ass whin i see u u ever try to kill your self and there WILL BE HELL TO PAY
ok