sometimes i take a look back at this world we live in..
at the dreary skies.. the black cobbled streets and i can see all the pain.
why do they do cause it?
does it make them feel better to cause others pain?
the answers i cannot give..
even though i am strong.. i begin to wonder why i try.
then i take this blade, covered in the numerous attempts that elluded me.
and i do it again.
then for that one brief moment of freedom..
my soul tells me "you're now living"
but.. it all ends with an emergency light and people surrounding you.
and you know again you failed, you have to go back with the people that caused you this agony in the first place.

why can't people let us be instead of doing this to others?

-Gareth

why in fucking hell must people drive others to the stage of insanity!
why do people decide in life "yes i know i'm going to make someone feel like dying"
this IS directed at people but no one here knows who i'm directing it at.
you heartless fucking cunts!
WHY MUST YOU DO THIS SHIT TO HER AND HER FRIENDS!
why the fuck do you spend every damn day tormenting them, calling htem names, throwing things at them. AND INVADING THEIR PERSONAL AREAS!!
you're all so fucking lucky i cannot get over there because if i could i would rip your fucking heads off!!!!
YOU WILL ALL ONE DAY REGRET EVER DOING THIS TO HER AND HER FRIENDS.
YOU'VE MADE ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE I CAN PROPERLY TALK TO DO SOMETHING BAD!
i hope you all fucking rot in hell for what you've caused.
for me nearly loosing a friend, a very close one at that to.
why... fucking why.