running my mouth...

by

Angela Bean

running my mouth...when i should be dead__thinkin bout suicidal tendancies...cannot get my mind off self mutilation....masterbation...homesexual thoughts...lesbian tendancies....dreaming....i am the dreamer of dreams...wisked away by the darkness they call death...vampiric spirits that haunt me....here to kill me....if not kill myself first.... i have scars..upon my arms...needle marks.....left for all to see.....wow.....oh me......what a dumbass.....left for the decaying.....rotting.......dead.....but not alive....not so dead yet either....... i was fucked up in the head....till i was dead....cant say a damn word....cos i dont know how....now....life has given me....all kindsa shit..... i got what i want now...cos i found it....life is ok.....but hey.....what can i say..... i never thought of death.....except as some paranormal being.....some death wrenched love....used to be sooo tortuous......beaten to death....by the thing called love....never new what it meant.....never wanted to....hated it...and all it meant..... if i cannot talk to you tommorow my fair maiden...i must die.. take a knife....and stab it into my heart_ or take poison...to die faster_.. i am thinkin about nonless dribbling shit..words that I shouldn’t say_.cos I am gay_.. i always think....if i am dead...then they would be like...well we should have loved her more and not have cared if she was a lesbian._.oh well_.death has come_it has set upon me_like the setting sun_that sets over the horizon_..

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