Weird how the stupidest things cut out of a magazine could fit me so well…

WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?

My life is so complicated. It may seem like the best around…But its not.

HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME…

       WHEN I DONT LOVE MY SELF?

My search for purpose is never ending. I know much more than you’ll ever know.

Eternity comes at a price.

DEATH CAN BE BEAUTIFUL…

Angel by appearance     Demon by blood

                   Divided by birth

          Given a choice

Which Path will I take?

Can clarity ever be found?

                        Will I find happiness?

Darkness seeps in.

Hate and sorrow find their roots.

Decay becomes everything

           Covered with scabs

     Broken and sore

I wont give up

ALL PAIN DISSAPEARS

                                                Some what afraid

            Things yet to come ----->

Beginning to take shape

IT WaNTs ME DEAD

I WONT GIVE IN

God damn the things inside

So fragile and worn

                                                                                                  \    Tru understanding \

            never reached

don’t tell me how I am

                                                                                   you don’t know how

                                                                                                I feel

cant be accepted for who

                                                SHE IS

the void will remain open.

A L W A Y S

 

I've actually got this written down in one of my journals and it's actually written like that.