Slowly fading...

The light is slowly fading, i saw that fimilliar puddle,

So dark and black i looked back to my wrists saw that smooth cut.

So fine under the blanked of blood, I see this everyday, Each time looking new,

I never seem to know why though,That little trickle of blood letting it fall in that puddle.

Turning so dark inside.

When im done i clean the puddle, the rag covered in red.

I grab my arm bands, slip them over the fresh slashes, pull my sleeves down around them

Throw the towel in the wash and leave.

Later i find myself sitting in my room, sitting by the window

I stare down at the cuts thinking about what each one means to me.

As i made each one so deep so sweet it leaves me thinking so quiet ,

i fall asleep to my own soft cry. and dream about the way i will die.

It comes to me so clear, i wasn't meant to be.

i should not br in this world. do i wake up or not.

Nothing lasts forever

so live it up, drink it down

laugh it off, Avoid all the bullshit

Take chances & never have regrets

Because at one point Everything you did

was exactly what you WANTED

Pass it on...

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And ran to save the two dead boys.
And if you don't believe it's true,
Go ask the blind man, he saw it too.