Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Why did I say what I said...Why did i not mean it... Was it for protection...or pure haterd......I wish I had a knife...So I may cut my tounge so it spill out the evilness of this tainted blood....Like the darkness comsuming inside...I wish I had a gun to put the bullet to my head...The force out the evil thoughts...I wish I had a sword...to slash the things away.....I wish I had a car..to crash these things into a wall....I wish...I wish...I wish...But none of these things I can have....Though the knife sits in my sight...I can imange taking the blade and slitting my throat like it was butter....