I feel love it never shows.everyone i love hates me.i think of suicide,everyone knows.its just that they dont careI smoke and i drink.it helps me thinks about my life.why do i live?what my and our cause?we build our temples to have them torn down.then when we succeed,we are dead?No Point.People talk about their closed dor,well hears mine.I love people that hate me.only because at one time or another i believed they loved me to.they hate me because i am wrong in thinking that.No Point.When my parents know i have cut,they still allow me knives.No Point.They only cause me to do the unthinkable,but no attention is served to my wrists anymore.

TO be finished later