contemplating suicide mental breakdowns on the floor because she won't answer my please

put the dagger inside my chest opened up open it up and watch it slowly beat away.

can I ask you a question my dear Alyssa.... what does the word love mean to you......


is love just a camouflage to you of love and hate and death and unforgiveness......


that's what I see that's what I feel....


I watch these black tears fall from my cheek after the aftermath while I'm sitting here alone


contemplating cutting the wrist and it for good....



would you come to my funeral... will you come see me when I'm in my funeral soup dressed in darkness waiting for...