Potatoes are thrown away

Damn this ass,
I feel so bad.
I wanted to update,
But I just can't make.
Yeah. Make some crazy shit that some dude did.
Like how some niggers got their ass kicked.

I see how some people are deserted rotting away.
Like how some rotten potatoes are thrown away.
God damn it.
I'm bored.

I just wanted to update.
But I got bloody mental block now.
I'm sorry.
Good bye

I'm back.

Hello everybody
Coz I'm back here talking crap.
Oh wait a minute
It's not crap that I talk
Coz I talk some serious facts.

I just feel like venting everything out now.
But I just dun really want to hurt no one.
Everytime I close my eyes, my mind starts to think.
Like as if it's in automatic mode or something.
Fuck this automatic shit.
Just get me a semi-automatic shit.

I dun wanna think about all this stuffs that I always think.
For now I guess.
I dun wanna go around with stupid smile or laugh on my face
And all this seems so ingenuine.
I dun wanna start to hurt people when they really cross the line.
But seriously, I have no choice.

Give me a loaded Desert Eagle as my birthday gift.
And maybe my gift for myself would be something crazy.
A shot in the head, the neck or something.
All this is the only solution to my problems I think.

What I can only do now, all that I can rely on
I guess is but hatred and Satan's help.
Maybe hatred my make my days shorter.
And Satan would take my demons away,
Maybe along with me, coz I'm sick of living.

heck.

I now feel so cheated and just as duped.
I was right serious when I actually first asked you.
I was told one but now I know,
Your meaning deep down inside is but a two.

I bloody hate people who tell their lies,
Just to assure people their alright.
And you actually toyed my mind,
And now you're seeing me right there down and out.

When you wanna bloody lie to me next time,
I'm just simply asking you to take a pistol,
Load it, cock it and blast it through my brain.

I'm sick of this. Kill me. Mothafuckas.

I sit in front of my 22 inch.
Thinking of something that's suitable to type in.
Not too out, not too in.
Not too much of upset also not too happy a thing.

I try to keep everything within me,
But it seems that I can explode any minute.
I'm thinking of crushing myself,
But I want a gun.

I wanna put a bullet through my brain.
I wanna put my life to an end.
I wanna put up a notice.
I wanna put things to a stop.

I'm sick of my life.
Suicidal lines are so nice to me now.
Say that I'm feigning emo.
But frankly, I'm sick of that smiley face mask of mine.

I wanna stop joking.
I wanna show people how serious I can be.
I wanna let the whole world know that.
I wanna put an end to this.


P/S: I'm serious about this.

...

I think I will just keep them all bottled up.
I dun see the point of revealing anymore.
No more revelation from me.

number 148

I think I'm bleeding in the brain.
Coz it seems that my thoughts are all drained.
I really don't know if I should say,
But whenever I want to let it out,
Something's holding me up.

If only I had a little more courage,
If only I had a little more guts.
If only I had a little more effort,
If only I had a little more luck.

I totally hate this period of my life.
It's a total pain.
I know I'm the envy of many busy people.
But I'm totally sick of my monotony.

Will someone out there please help me?
What should I do next?
I know it clear that less than 10 people will be reading this,
But all I need is an answer.
Should I?
Or should I not?

Random

As I sit by the road and watch the cars,
They zoom pass me quick and fast.
Is it me or the world?
Because I just can't seem to catch up with time.

All I could do now is just sit and wait.
I'm seriously lost in this ever fast moving urban life.
All I wanted was to be moving as fast.
But I'm just seriously tired to move on now.

I make it a point to hang in there.
But my arms seem insecure.
I'm hanging on a cliff now,
And all I need is someone's helping hand.