You realy can have it all, my (I wouldn't call it an empire!) pile of dirt. Take it, choke on it you fat fuck. May the heat of my passion for it burn your eyes through to your ass. I hurt some one else today to see if I still feel, yes I do. I have guilt, it is there.
It will not go away. Fuck all that I have built. I disgard it now.
Who the fuck will I become now? When the man comes around, he just did.
You'll never read this, but its always going to be in my mind and cyberspace! The Cash has given me the words. I've changed them to suit. The guilt has gotten hold of me. I'll be there soon, all of this un-known.
I will still remember, fuck it pisses me off. Does guilt meen your sorry? I don't think it does. You react to things that happen, your reaction is just a reaction.
I want to believe in 'love'. I don't understand. You make me believe I'm some one else, that I can be like other people. Thank you, but I'm consumed by the fact you don't know me. I'll say I love you, but I don't understand the concept. I can pretend, it will seem real. I will believe.
I'm going to stop the things I do now. I've cut down on the cocain, the game I've given away. You'll never know, I'm sorry. The coke will stop soon. Yes sorry my " I have had this habit for awhile!
I do want to stay with you and only you, but I'm weak. I feel weaker now than ever. I will become now the person you want. xxx
This may be my last post, thoughts. Thanks for all the fish! I don't know I may stick around abit longer.
Ps. I'm not gona kill me'self, this is about love. (I think)
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