Reaching Death

I'm gonna kill myself one day soon

Just give me a noose, a gun, a knife

-ANYTHING!

Temptation is rocking me bottom.

I'm sick of this feeling

This feeling of hate and torture

Everyone puts me down

-Everyone but my sister Leizl

and they don't know it yet.



I've cried a storm in my head

This rage- it's empowering.

It takes me over like the blood in my veins.

I hate it. I HATE LIFE.

I don't know how I ever came into this world.



I want someone to just cut off my circulation-

Cut off this air that I breathe.

It's full of filth and musk

Like the sewage that runs in my basement.



I need opium or some pain-killers at least.

Anti-depressants aren't working for me,

But then again, I haven't taken any, so why would they?



This life is depressing

And to make matters worse,

I'm still living.



I wish someone would just kill me NOW!

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