Submitted by Jenna
E-mail: rockpresentslife@hotmail.com
Someday it will all be over...
no more waking up every morning
wondering what sh*t will be faced towards you today
nothing
someday it will all be over...if that is true then why am i worrying about today and tommorrow and the next day....
for one day.
all of these days wont matter anymore
they will be forgotten...
theres no need for my tearsevery night
theres no need for my cutting each and every minute i cry
theres no need for my blood to cover everything i own and touch....
someday it will all be over...
so my suicide attemps are silly really because im going to die anyway...
i might as well live now right?
Even though i dont agree with your poem. I have a problem all the same is that. I dont try to kill my self but self-mutilation still marks my arms.Stopping is our goal in life that we both should overcome. but suicide cant b the only way.