DamnedForHell

~Sickness~ In our heads we don't see the ill, But I am sick and my friends are the pill. Without them I would be either dead or get 25 to life, Because I would stab everyone with a certain little knife. This same blade has always been put in my back and I'm sick of the pain, Its never different its always the same. My friends stab and ditch, But there is really nothing I can do because life is a bitch. But I'm sick, There is really no way this can be fixed, because no one will help because this world is filled with dicks,

Everything you do will one day be gone, It does not matter if it is right or wrong, By people you will be missed, Before you die, you remember the first time you were kissed, How in school you were so humiliated, Your first love and how you dated, You grow older and get sick of life, Your wrist meets contact with this knife, Know anyone alone you have me, Hopefully people can be un-blinded and see, The damage these bullies do, I was always made fun of for being a jew, Til' one day I flipped out, Brought that kid to the ground, heard everyone scream and shout. Nobody messed with me anymore, without a doubt. But dont take your li