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Really, be honest. I mean....

I've decided to stop trying to get others to like me. I'm tired of being another piece of wallpaper You forgot about me, gave up on me, discarded me, threw me, used me, abused me.. and now killed me. Do you like how I look?

I grew from this experience. I stepped out into the limelight, pushed you back into the depths of the shadows with a brave smirk.. Guess what? I sicked the dogs on you.

So as you lay in your bloody guise I only have one phrase for you. "F'u'k YOU."

I can't stand you sometimes, It's like you'll repeatedly stab me where it hurts until someone steps to the plate and smack you to your rightful spot. Why aren't you smarter than what the others think of you? Is this what you get off on?

I need to know.

Actually FORGET IT! I'm not going to fall back into the 'oh poor you poor you' mode. SO you know what?

roll over, grab that shiny razor, take a look at the sky and say good bye, because you're going to commit suicide tonight, by choice.

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'Hello, This is hell, how may we serve you today?'


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Good Bye