I walk around drained of all emotion. I dont even know me anymore. I long for someone to love me and to want me. I wake from miserable nightmares only waking into yet a more painfull one, reality. Pain rebounds off my shell and hits me not in the eyes but in the heart. It tear me apart leaving only my machanical self. I have no one to talk to which is why I presume I turn to pages such as these to openly express how much pain is held within. Ultimitly, life sucks. I dont want to be here anymore. | |
Poets get rich. Think about it
But how about if we change it so it doesn´t suck anymore???? If everybody who killed himself and who wants to kill himself/herself did something to change this world instead – it would be much much better already. Let´s unite and do something instead of committing suicide.
search on google for: EQUAL MONEY ORGANIZATION and DESTENI GROUP... and you will find help and practical solutions… you will also find me there on the forum under Greg and GregWiater
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