destroy everything good you have so when you're gone you won't be missing a fucking thing.

to say im a mess is putting it lightly.
my mind is a mess of things i'd like to be-
and things i'll never be.
never happy with just what i am.

you've only got two months left to live, or so it seems.
what would you do with the days?
waste every day crying over it.
over lost love.
lost friendships.
lost loved ones.
and soon- lost life.
would you let go but never really?

like life taken from roses left to die on graves.

dead. dying.
when you're dying you might as well be dead.

write a list and call it,
these are things you'll never do-
things you only hope to.
whatever you do, whatever you list.
put fall in love first.

as long as people have a back to stab knives will go through flesh,
and as long as people are selfish they'll step on anyone they can.

then: possibilities kept me going. a bright future. a name worth knowing.
right now: i think screaming is the only emotion i've got left.

my hearts been beating a lot faster lately, like its just trying to get this done with. speed it up.
death can't come quick enough and im glad you agree.

you cant even fake feeling this shitty. why would you want to?