Island of terror

I just want to lie down and die, I just want to forget that I exist and fall into the eather of nothingness. Please someone put a bullet in my head and end my pitiful existence on this poisonous island

Maybe this year....

I'll actually follow through and remove the problem from this world....guess I should start saying my goodbyes....

A thousand and one reasons to die...not a single one to live

Have you ever hated yourself....like really honestly hated,just to the core, everything that you are? Well, I have and still do. I sit up at night and pray for death to seek me out, I constantly berate myself and beat myself up over words I say or decisions I make,because at every turn I seem to be making the wrong one or saying the wrong thing. I have a lifetime full of regret squeezed into 22 short years of life. I'm not perfect, hell no one is and I've made my fair share of mistakes and I've made some huge moral calls that I was definitely wrong on. 

My scars show that I've persevered through many trials and tribulations but at what point do the memories the scars bring back stop being enough, when does the self loathing and hatred go away and when does the fickle mind of a simple boy stop feeling like a medieval prison meant for an old man. I'm stepping closer to the edge where sanity slips and all that's left to comfort is a small dark voice devoid of any simple feelings except for twisted joy in your pain. Sleeping pills have always been my preferred method of going....one final slip into the darkness of my mind only to be thrust into whatever waits for me in the never ending ether.  

" The click of the gun, like a kiss to my temple

I press down and suddenly it embraces me like a mother to her newborn, I swallow not out of fear or sadness but instead out of relief, relief that all these feelings,this heartache, hatred, anger, and sadness will finally cease and my heart will finally stop aching to the point of physical pain. Wipe those tears as they are wasted on me please take my life, my failures and short Cummings and do better for yourself like I never could. I was never strong or sturdy it was all but a facade so that I could do my job and help relieve all the pain from those around me. In short I was weak. Weak enough that one instance of true heart break, broke me down and never rebuilt me. In the end just remember, "Those who court death intimately are the ones with the most hidden within themselves....they are the ones with the darkest shadows within themselves."

Ow

I just feel, like my darkness is eating me whole and that I can't come back from this.........but most of all I'm scared that nobody wants me, like I'm some horrid object that keeps getting passed around until I'm finally dropped and die....maybe that's for the best

Swallow that lump

I've greeted death twice in the past week and every time I only think about how I hurt her how I betrayed her love and trust and how is give anything to have her back in my arms....but she's found someone new, someone who isn't fragile and who can do better for her, does it hurt of course it does but I can only be happy that I still have her in my life and that things will be better for her.

Aside from the homelessness, small heart attack and almost chocking to death things in my life are still shit. But I'm glad she's doing ok

Another night on the street

Made twenty dollars then blacked out and woke up in a dumpster area the only thing keeping me from freezing.....her sweatshirt.....my eyes still hurt from crying and waking up cuddling my backpack wasn't exactly the best way to start my day but I diegress I can only hope tonight goes better....because my body can't handle much more of this

I want

To destroy myself, to paint with my blood as the life slips from me, to just die, to sece existing, to know eternal peice