Me

The End

The barrel in my mouth

of the gun in my face.

Wondering just how f*****g bad

could it possibly taste.

I'm just one big f*****g mistake. No more smiles to fake and

I'm leaving hate and blood behind in my wake.

It's hard to breathe from the bottom of the bottle!

Inhale hate and hold it in like a bong hit. I dont give a s**t.

Lick the blood off my blade like I'm licking a b***h's c**t and then continue using it.

I'm here but I don't really want to be. Everyone around me is dying suddenly, so why the f**k not me?

A chance to achieve peace. Satan submitted making HELL itself my f*****g ugly, disgusting little beastly side piece. The devil resides deep in me and that God-damned mother fucker has a lifetime lease. l use pain as a release and hope I don't each time I breathe. An almost sorta sigh of relief when I'm finally buried 6 feet beneath.

Garbage bag garment girls and little trash bag boys, wont ever feel the joy of unwrapping Christmas toys. No birthday wishes, good morning hugs, or goodnight, sleep tight, nighty-night kisses.

No nightlights just nightmares for forgotten foster kids.