Jan 25 2015, 01:42 PM

im sorry im not the person everyone wants me to be, im sorry im a joke to everyone, im sorry everything in your lives went bad because of me. one day i hope you can forgive me. im sorry i caused so many fights, scars, and tears….but now its time for me to take everyones pain, everyones burdens, and bury them, along with me. i cant say how long it will take, but you wont have to worry anymore. im tired, i think i’ll go rest under the sakura blossom tree. air filled with the poison of my own product, the fighting continues. arguments that slice like a knife into the flesh of the heart. the wolves, tearing, snarling, gnashing of teeth, keep pulling at the flesh that was once happiness. once they are done, all thats left is misery and pain.

Jan 25 2015, 01:37 PM

He talks about people as if they are nothing to him, that he is gods gift to the world. he dosen’t try to understand people. his mind tells him that he is right, he is above the law. his anger gets the best of him, and he turns as angry as a mother who’s child has been killed in front of her, his eye twitches like the back of a bear that has been bitten too many times. all he knows is anger and intimidation. he says he tries to understand, but the rage in his heart shows he dosen’t. He wants to hurt me, and i’ll let him, because i don’t wanna be awake anymore. i dont wanna hear all the arguments, i don’t wanna be the bad one, yet i remain awake.im tired of hurting, im tired of hurting others. i realize i’m a horrible person, that’s the reason i want to sleep. so i don’t hurt anyone anymore. i realize everything bad that’s happened is because of me. i want to sleep…...i’m so tired, tired of all the fights, being blamed for everything, tired of not having someone to tell it to….tired of being alone.

Jan 25 2015, 01:37 PM

air filled with the poison of their product, the fighting continues. arguments that slice like a knife into the flesh of the heart. the wolf’s, tearing, snarling, gnashing of teeth, keep pulling at the flesh that was once happiness. once they are done, all thats left is misery and pain. what walks now, is the husk of the person i use to be. all the fighting has left me hollow and resentful. the wolfs don’t understand, nor do they try to, all they care about is the meal they could have. nothing in the world matters to them except the moment they sink their teeth into the wounded deer. all i can do is hope for a quick death, but it never comes. its as if they enjoy seeing the deer in pain as it tries desperately to help them. all they do is look and laugh, still tearing the flesh, deeper and deeper until the deer finally gives in.