Do I break you? I want to be your canvas, i want to be your dream. Your knife would be the paintbrush and my body would be its paper. I want to make it hurt. I dont want you to be the one who is hurt. I feel like death is looming straight ahead. I fear death not for me but for you. Rambling on and on and no one takes notice. I'm just another attention whore. I dont believe in God. I do believe in Him. I think i lie to myself, i think my heart is misplaced, not in you but in God. Is he what brought you to me? Do i want to believe? Sometimes. Sometimes i do. Just a failure...just another high school dropout. I have turned myself into yet another statistic. Will my death be another statistic. How many times can i try to kill myself before actually completing the deed with success. If you are gone then what would I be? You dont want life and i dont want death. Crossroads.
12:36 a.m. - 2003-05-20
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