Confusion
thoughts of cutting, slashing, burning. misunderstood but hateful bliss. i just want to be
shot through the heart. not so smart. but yet for some reason seems like the best
solution. always does. yet i cant bring myself to pull the trigger. something holds me
back. not sure what it is. but ive lost the will to live, so... confusing, never the less,
nothing can be done. im lost in my own misery and i cant get out.
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