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Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Words
I feel in my mind so many words flowing down beating my thoughts in a waterfall. Each word creates water with pressure all inside hurting a concentrated area. I feel sick of this life. When every word flows inside and I find all of its different meanings but I can't stop... I get birthday cards from people that took my money but none from any friends of mine. Everything burns up and becomes nothing. Versions of my words will die anywhere and everywhere they stay. I'm sick of people telling me that they think the reason they're in this world is to take people's problems away but they're completely incorrect. The reason they came is to even out the problems that already exist. I can't wait until the day the population suffers a great decline I really can't. I hope I survive and if I don't after death I will still come back to take you with me.
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