as i sit and think of all my pain. a sudden thought pops out so plain. a simple tool is needed to help me suceed, a simple cut to make me bleed. simply enough i have no fear,
to help make me eventually dissapear.
simple facts, simple acts, so many things so little laughs.i detest humor when im in my hostile ways. im burning with a fury that will make you turn away. simple feelings simple life. so i say its so simple so why am i still alive?

