his words

Blood pain horrors and fear
That is what my life seems to be made up of my deal
I’m lost I’m defeated no I’m just weakened and scared
With no light to turn to I find my death near
Peace of mind they say is a blessing
And yes a blessing it is indeed
As I cut my self ripping out my skin,
Watching my blood gush… admiring the pain
They say good guys finish last,
I say yes indeed we do…
Living in our limitations
Our dreams seem so far away
We are easy to be played with
Why? Cause we are to caring id say…
I am not made for today’s world
This world made up of pleasure and greed
And hence these last words as he lifted his feet
I shell fly I will sour one day for sure
And with that he leaned
Disappearing never to be heard from again
Did they miss him maybe they did..
But by then it was too late…

R.I.P