Submissions by Andr3w

Let this place here be my final place of rest because the thing that was once in my chest is dead, nothing but a hollow shell of what used to be with dead hopes and dreams as I wait for this thing called hell to come to an end and as I breathe my last breath with no thought of regret, a knife in my hand and a cut on my throat living life with no love or hope because the person you once knew is not who you thought he was he's gone and now you've missed your chance to know who this "great" person was.