[Death Stalker]'s diary

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Written about Wednesday 2007-08-08
Written: (6111 days ago)
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Life and What It Means To Me
Poem Written By: ME
Walking down a deserted road, thinking of all the bad times I had in my life. All the blood,sweat,and tears I sacrificed and how no one gave a fuck. My brain is going crazy I don't know what to do, the demons in my head are telling me things that I don't want to hear anymore. All the drugs that I've done, all the booze I've drunk, don't give me back the life I used to have.

Wishing everyday that I can be home again, but that day will never come. People everywhere tell me that I'm worthless, and that I don't belong here. Listen to me you fucking prick, you don't belong here. Telling me I'm a faggot, you hypocrite, looks who's talkin. Saying shit that you don't know what it means, I'll be laughin when someone beats the shit out of ya.

My life is complicated, yelling at myself and telling myself what a fool I've been. Thinkin about ways to die, no matter what I do or how hard I try. It never fuckin works cuz I think about my past, thinkin of people who have kicked my ass for thinkin those things that I want to do to myself. As tears fall down my blood-stained cheek, I but the weapon down and scream so loud that no one can hear me. I don't need this shit no more.

My life, well it's hard to say what life is. But yours is nowhere near as bad as mine.

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