I feel like sometimes nothing is worth it. How many times have I fall and rip myself apart? alot I guess. How many tears have I cried? till the extend that tears don't fall anymore. How many cuts I had? Afew the rest of the scars heal up,only those significant few remain. How many times I walk alone trying to feel comfort? alot,everyday. sometimes everything feel damn fucked up. I feel I'm so goddamn lousy, I feel I'm not worth it to anyone. BUT what the hell,I'm not the only sad,desolated human being. I may choose like falling down, I know I am damn weak,but each time theres a reason not too,I know my reason at the moment. and what the hell,I know I'm not that bad for anyone, I have my good and bad. I just don't understand why no one comes and notice me and like me... Everything is not perfect,I am just trying, and if I'm lucky something good will happen.
You know what they call this self empathy. haha. Man and I'm good at it. This may be my last post,who the hell cares bout me and what and I have to say anyway. Its like perfect suicide, killing yourself trying to display your death scene with your guts at the doorknob and your blood painting the walls bloody red, and no one even noticing a single thing. Perfect suicide,when I die I rather no one knows then no one can comes to my feneral. That wouldn't even be call perfect suicide,no one even know about the suicide.
Everything falls one by one,sometimes they take pairs. We are living in an imperfect world,but we got to see every single fall theres a rise. Let this one be a great rise rather than a massive fall.
@4:45 AM
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Myself,dark and tattered
Name: EMmAnUeL
Age:old
SEX:virgin
