As I walk through life all alone, I look back and realize
That there is nothing left. I’ve spent my life away, On
Things that are pointless. Life can never be as it once was.
As my heart weighs heavily with the pain of a boy who could
Have done anything, The only thing to look forward to is the
Thought of living in the pit of apitomey, I’ve made for myself,
I know now the saying is true. “You reap what, you Sow!”
Suicidal thought are running through my head—
Wishing I were dead, wondering who the fuck to blame for me.
Death, what is it really? Sometimes I think I’m more afraid of
Living than I am of dying. Or the joy I want, Of the pain to come.
Yet I think I’ll stick around and pull all the innocent ones into my
Dirty little downward spiral. All in all the only ones who know me
Are dead in my mind. I can see the flesh rotting from their corpses.
They’re all going to die they just don’t know it yet. I told them
They should have killed me as a baby!!!
Warchild
03-22-1999
