• Why was life like this ? What's the point if you have to go through this bullshit ?

    That was something I always told myself would never go through my head . I would never think of suicide , ever .

    But i just did . I'm scared . Scared of life. Scared of death . Scared of my own free will . Lets face it, I'm crazy .

    And yet, extremely sane . I mean, who in their right mind would want to go through life, being bullied by everyone? Being unable to trust their own parents ? Hell, I can't trust anyone anymore .

    The only person I ever could trust , decided to leave . Switch sides . Love turned to hate . Friend to enemy .

    So now, I can trust anyone . I just bury all the pain inside. Bury it inside until I become full of pain, and it all just comes screaming out .

    Thus, the thoughts of suicide . Now that razor blade on my desk is looking pretty friendly . I think I'll go spend my last night with it .