-This is My Suicide-

*sign* My family always love to see these fortune teller people They say the same thing about me all the time Stubborn and hot-headed Ok I get it But I try and am trying so hard to change that Because I don't want to grow up becoming my father or my aunt, both whom I despise sometimes in character People say, you'll end up becoming like the people in your family you hate and repeat what they did even if you hate in unconsciously because you grew up seeing that and it automatically programs into you I just can't help but cry knowing how I would turn out to be and how alike I am to them It's like nothing I do can change it I use to think we had a choice in our life but it seems to have been determined from the date and time we were born I just hope growing in my faith and word Believing and healing in Him I can change my fate And prove those sorry asses wrong To say your readings mean nothing Its all up to God to decide and only he knows, no one else So right now they sor...

I hate her and I can't stand her She such a bitch Why can't she cause less trouble Yet she complains and say I don't appreciate my 'rents But she doesn't act like she does either She's such a bitch I try so hard to like her Sometimes it's ok But most of the time I hate being related to her She bosses me around She talks in a rude manner But she says she's talking nicely But I think it's more like sarcastic rudeness Outside and in front of her friends She seems so nice Even talks to me and treat me differently Even my parents when we're in front of others But at home she's a rotten bitch She'll probably get all the sympathy from her friends And those that adore her They'll all think that I'm a problematic useless sibling And think the fams got weird problems She complaints that this whole house is messed up And this family is so misunderstanding Yea, maybe but doesn't she realize When she's having problems with us And maybe...

I can't stand my classmates!!! (well, some) Everyday I imagine ripping their tongues and slicing them Smashing their heads open Break their legs Stuff the duster down their throats Tying them to their chairs And duck taping their mouths There so fucking noisy Even when they speak its loud They move up and down And make a mess out of the place I'm so annoying with their voices It's like mosquitoes buzzing around your ear I wanna slice their throats open I can't even get them to fucking move I wanna just kick them out of class Literally And that woman She such a fuss Bloody perfectionist That thinks everything is so simple Whatever she wants and they way she wants it No exceptions Why can't she just do it herself She makes excuses yet she does the same Hypocrite Everything she says we should do Contradicts to her actions and ways Could someone just kill her Things at home ain't that happy either Money, money, money We're in so much fucking debt And when we...

Sometimes life just get from bad to worse and never seem to get any better I sometimes think that it's still not too late to try and kill myself again I'm sick of everything I'm really tired I wanna sleep yet when I try I just can't Why is it that it is only me that is so emotional? I keep thinking that maybe I've been through a lot of hell before and it has made me the way I am That no one understand unless the looked at all the hell I've been through I think it's a lot for one person to handle End. Now. Everything. I wish I could slowly allow my soul to slip out of my body I am hollow Empty inside I can't tell apart when I am really happy and when I'm faking it anymore I'm losing my sanity Which part of me is real? I have a poker face and I sometimes feel that it's all I have Behind the mask is nothing