Suicide plans #1

leave it, dont pick at it, dont let it bother you, dont care, dont know.

I hate you life, I hate you hope, i hate the way you fail me time and time again. I hate being stuk in this world, i hate waking up on mornings, i hate that bitter taste in my mouth, like the memories and dreams from yesterday turned to ashes and dried up there. I hate trying to do the right thing, I hate the way i'm built, i hate the way i'm breaking, i hate having a heart in my body so much that i would love nothing more than to rip it out, because every fucking day for so long its been aching and tearing me up inside.

And i cant remember anything, except this everlasting, empty endless daily torment. So god, if you have any sympathy in you, strike me dead, and lift my heart lightly, i've tried to do everything right, and its turned out so wrong. I'm even afraid i'll botch up my suicide.

Bullet in the head, shouldn't be too hard to have accident now would it.