To die on a monday looking forward, no hope past days of longing and routine boring you to death To die on a tuesday sleepwalking through life living zombie unconsious to everything To die on a wednesday trapped inside time surrounded by things you hate To die on a thursday slowly killing yourself day by day every second To die on a friday alone among people lost in yourself drowning To die on a saterday unfeeling, numb bleeding cuts and bleeding eyes not in control of yourself To die on a sunday Why not know? Why not die? Why go through another day? *** Angels have wings Satan's a goat send me to death please slit my throat *** why did i make those mistakes? why did i want to hurt him? why did i pretend to love him? why did i just pull his chain? why did i make him sad? why did i make him hate? why did i hurt him? its over now, things are better so why do i cry about those mistakes? *** giving up giving in letting go gone to sin *** take me please stab that dagger in my heart bullets shoot into my head hanging rope around my neck please take me hold me underneath the water placing poison on my tongue slit my wrists and make me bleed take me please take me i cant do it by myself please, i beg you take me *** can anyone tell me why there are stars in the sky? or birds in the trees? or tears in my eyes? can anyone tell me why love always dies? why hearts always break? why the moon brightly shines? can anyone tell me why these thoughts scream in my head? or why i dont feel? why i wish i was dead? *** You got what you wanted you stole it from me you took it away I can't have it back you made me I didn't give you anything but you gave me nightmares *** if i was an angel i would have wings i'd fly through the clouds i'd laugh and i'd sing if i was an angel i would be light id scare away dark on the blackest nights if i was an angel i would be dead a knife in my heart a shot through the head *** why cant i die or fly in the sky? why do i feel like i'm not real? why should i smile when its not worth my while? why do i write when my words only bite? why scratch that, when will this sad poem end? *** Just shoot me press the gun against my temple pull the trigger watch me die *** give me a reason to be sad for i have none i have every reason to be happy but i am not ... kill me? *** the sunlight falls upon my bed and i lay there almost dead the clothes that i put on are red and i stand there almost dead the gun i put against my head i will leave here dead *** hearts and tears blood and cares soft dreams harsh consiousness *** white scars bloody stripes scarlet blade black streaks killing me *** dont pick me up let me down its what you do always... let me down *** drowing in my own bloody tears screaming at myself living to die *** love dark or light dangerous or friendly dieing or living what is love? *** cheer me up... I dare you... in the name of the depressing notebooks and pages...