All i ever wanted was to be left to die , I don't care about the tears you may cry. My life is nothing more than an empty shell, and everything is not as it seems.
My darkness is fading and the light does return, and with its brightness, my eyes they burn. I cannot take it and my end is nigh, you see all i want is to die. Suicide been there done that, nearly died before, 15 times and still I am here, accident or on purpose it doesn't matter now, written off cars and still no reaper for me. Life is a wreck and pain is no lie, wanting to leave, just wanting to die. No explanation, it isn't that bad, but I asked not to be born, is that so F#@%ing bad?
7 by default and 8 by no choice, my life is a lie and I have no voice. Siblings I count 1,2,3,4,5 and 6 my brother is the one, with whom I made practical tricks.
But nothing remains, what was is no more, and as I lie here on this cold wooden floor, I stare at my wrists and I look at my knife and realise I want to take my pathetic life. I don't really matter and you don't really care, pain and sorrow and madness, eternal despair.
The dark is my home, it always has been, here I am heard but still am not seen.
Eternally remembered as what I was not, and pained for not being the one they wanted.
Not girly not sweet, but sadistic and harsh, and malevolent and twisted is my chosen path. I wish to leave everything but find I remain. What unholy father keeps me here for this game?
I try to run to leave it behind but find that all I do is lose track of time, years pass and still I remain part of this fucked up UNHOLY GAME.

Salem
(RMP)