I'll carve your name into this bullet. Then people will know that you were the last thing to go through my mind...

I walk around slowly through the hallow ground, surrounded by death. Fog swells around my feet, as mist hangs heavily clouding the air. I hide in the darkness of my protective cloak, comforted in this lonely hour. The bouquet of dead roses, I hold tightly with both hands, the thorns cutting open my skin with ease. I don’t even flinch as the blood begins to run down my hands like simple red rivers. My crystal eyes look out over all the tombstones, spotting the one I want. I kneel beside it, cover… Continue

What happens when you die? I have always wondered. I mean, seriously, has anyone wondered what it would be like laying in a dark hole in the ground for the rest of eternity.
When you get buried and as time goes on, people have forgotten you? When people have forgotten your face, your wit, and your charm. What would that be like? Your spirit wonders close by, invisible, and unable to change anything. Death is the beginning of another life. Always will be. In Death there is life…In Life there is d… Continue

I face myself everyday, unable to accept myself for whom I am. Unable to accept my feelings even though the answer is right in front of me. Unable to believe I am still the same person I was yesterday. Unable to accept who or what I have become. I am no longer myself, I haven’t been for a while. I don’t think I ever will be the same again. Acceptance of yourself is hard to find. No one wants to reject themselves. I can’t imagine accepting every part of me.

Maybe I’ll carve your name into this bullet. Then people will know that you were the last thing going through my mind.

The light has gone and faded away. It’s hard to believe that everything is okay. Every night I stray along wondering where I belong. So as I walk down the train tracks, old and rusted. My heart and soul weary and busted. As my life starts to begin, I’m afraid it really sadly ends.