As i sit in the cold tonight i remember the times in my house i used to live
in
My parents kicked me out
Why? you ask
I was popping pills, i was trying to commit suicicde, i was cutting
I did everything my parents didnt want me to do
They didnt want me to be who i am today
A punk and goth
A falier at life

But yet while my parents sit in there home they wonder how i could stand the
cold
But i just sit there thinking of how my life went all wrong

I stole a knife from my home before i was kicked out
I think about using the knife sometimes to kill myself
But i deffinately use the knife to drip my problems away....

This day will come when this knife will be used
I couldn't stand anymore nights out on the street
So i took the knife and slit my wrists blood dripping from my vien...
And there i knew it my life was over from here on out..........



^^ that was a horrible poem^^
 
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