The Hurt

i take the hatred and the depression
i soak it in and try to control the depressness of the feeling  
I hear about the depths of hell which my happiness is in
the feeling of not being loved by kills the feeling of being alive
i take the knife
and  
cut through
the liver and stomach
sawing  
through  
the rib cage
I lay on the floor
Watching  
as the blood flows
down
my  
arm and head
and as i feel the poison in my brain
i  
slowly
die  
in the pain in my heart.
I finally stab my heart and  
my soul reaps out of my skin
into the ground calling for my pride and faith to live, my soul is still there
i push it down harder into hell while the devil takes his weapon and kills my soul  
with his demons smashing me
I die  
and become one of the devils minions being treated like crap in the street  
while
watching
the
other souls being killed and drank by with blood
MY LIFE IS OVER
THE TIME OF LIFE IS NOT NEEDED
FOR I HAVE NEEDED IS HELL
HERE IT IS WAITING FOR ME...