O Lume ireala

Have no fear… We all are going to die someday … but NOT today. You sometimes try to kill yourself but this isn’t the right way. You always get a second chance in your life, and it’s always better. There is no need to cut yourself, there is no need to cry, you’ll get over over it. Smoke and drink as much as you want, it won’t help you to get your thoughts out of your helpless mind. YOU MUST GET OVER YOUR PROBLEMS ALONE. NOBODY CAN HELP YOU OUT; ONLY you. Only you can understand your lost soul. Get over this SHIT!!! You are not a wreck, you’ve always been the best. Why should you lie in a bloody pool whit the knife zigzagging between you’re akin fingers. If you do this you’re just a lifeless body walking around on the streets, a morbid object of society. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FOR??? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WHIT YOU??? Trying to breath the ice cold air of a hot summer night, you’ve got the cold blade of you’re knife pressed on you’re veins. Why are you doing this? This dosen’t help anybody …only you can help yourself…