<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091</id><updated>2011-08-04T20:42:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings 2001-Present</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a dump of everything I have ever posted to my website.  Seeing how everything likes getting viruses and all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3081180771750550740</id><published>2009-09-21T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:47:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disassembled - 12/30/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="809"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;A member of the disassembled youth,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing more than bad habits,&lt;br /&gt;Used to sedate and find inner truth.&lt;br /&gt;Not the life one can choose, but it's,&lt;br /&gt;Too easy to quit now after this long.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing explains God's own intuition,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving so many lives horribly wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds of rational decision.&lt;br /&gt;Fate lies in his hands while we float,&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly down a stream of society,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to drown all of our hope,&lt;br /&gt;In a cold, shallow, dangerous reality.&lt;br /&gt;Very few will ever know the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Many more will only pretend they do,&lt;br /&gt;They will never spend a life kneeling,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for light to guide them through.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be crueller then today,&lt;br /&gt;The struggle must be abandoned soon,&lt;br /&gt;If we lose any more reason to stay,&lt;br /&gt;And let our tears and frustration loom.&lt;br /&gt;We are not here to play in your game,&lt;br /&gt;And we refuse to become your slave,&lt;br /&gt;Disregard the money, material or fame,&lt;br /&gt;These scars will follow us to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;We don't want you to suggest the past,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is a better chapter then this,&lt;br /&gt;The good memories know how to last,&lt;br /&gt;Giving us some sort of warrant to live.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are getting too common,&lt;br /&gt;And roads are coming to a dead end,&lt;br /&gt;Only one set of gates needs to open,&lt;br /&gt;To make it all worth while once again.&lt;br /&gt;We are one group strong, entwined,&lt;br /&gt;With a damaged or missing identity,&lt;br /&gt;Everything we accomplish is defined,&lt;br /&gt;With our faith, dignity and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;God may have forgotten we existed,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is a type of human irony,&lt;br /&gt;But there is a meaning amongst this,&lt;br /&gt;It will unfold slowly just like poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3081180771750550740?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3081180771750550740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/disassembled-123005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3081180771750550740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3081180771750550740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/disassembled-123005.html' title='Disassembled - 12/30/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7243818068743220748</id><published>2009-09-21T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:47:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses - 12/25/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="809"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;No excuses left to explain,&lt;br /&gt;That everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;Lying doesn't cure the pain,&lt;br /&gt;That recurs every night.&lt;br /&gt;It's eighty degrees today,&lt;br /&gt;Inside I am freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt the same,&lt;br /&gt;And it's gotten really old.&lt;br /&gt;The drugs on which I rely,&lt;br /&gt;To keep feeling in my body,&lt;br /&gt;Are all that keep me alive,&lt;br /&gt;But they're low on quantity.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is hard to grasp,&lt;br /&gt;If feeling is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being the last,&lt;br /&gt;To have reason to be proud.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another excuse,&lt;br /&gt;To stay clean yet optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall I only seem to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Touch with where my life is.&lt;br /&gt;Your ridicule has no point,&lt;br /&gt;When I have done no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't my own choice,&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be this way,&lt;br /&gt;When your life is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you will ever say,&lt;br /&gt;Can make my life worth it.&lt;br /&gt;You waste more than I will,&lt;br /&gt;Ever have in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;I know all that you had still,&lt;br /&gt;Will not fix my depression.&lt;br /&gt;Still you throw it at my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Expecting me to praise you.&lt;br /&gt;It only helps me better see,&lt;br /&gt;How little you amount to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't excuse myself just,&lt;br /&gt;To make up for what I lack.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had in trust,&lt;br /&gt;And now I want it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7243818068743220748?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7243818068743220748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuses-122505.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7243818068743220748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7243818068743220748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuses-122505.html' title='Excuses - 12/25/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1048826865893189029</id><published>2009-09-21T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:46:19.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father (Part III) - 12/17/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;You're a carbon copy of,&lt;br /&gt;The most severe fuckup,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has witnessed,&lt;br /&gt;Without slicing their wrist,&lt;br /&gt;Any man must be a saint,&lt;br /&gt;To not kill you out of hate.&lt;br /&gt;To think I've withstood,&lt;br /&gt;All of the abuse I could,&lt;br /&gt;These past few years,&lt;br /&gt;Only falls on deaf ears,&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you that I,&lt;br /&gt;Need me or you to die,&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't tolerate,&lt;br /&gt;One more fucking day,&lt;br /&gt;Of the drugs or the lies,&lt;br /&gt;That fill your small mind.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;If you've read this far,&lt;br /&gt;But you pay no mind to,&lt;br /&gt;Anything I will say or do,&lt;br /&gt;So I know not to expect,&lt;br /&gt;Any more then the regret,&lt;br /&gt;That I dealt with so long,&lt;br /&gt;'Til hope for you was gone.&lt;br /&gt;It's a never ending fight,&lt;br /&gt;I cease battle every night,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't shoot you or me,&lt;br /&gt;As we regroup in our sleep,&lt;br /&gt;To start over another day,&lt;br /&gt;About more of the same,&lt;br /&gt;Things you want from me,&lt;br /&gt;That in reality you need,&lt;br /&gt;To earn all by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;But can't live without help.&lt;br /&gt;You push me until I bend,&lt;br /&gt;And remind me that I am,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to you, a no one,&lt;br /&gt;A selfish and useless son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1048826865893189029?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1048826865893189029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/father-part-iii-121705.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1048826865893189029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1048826865893189029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/father-part-iii-121705.html' title='Father (Part III) - 12/17/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7924414223080080648</id><published>2009-09-21T22:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:45:57.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood - 12/13/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="809"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hollywood is now the living hell,&lt;br /&gt;Where the undead demons roam.&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking out of this shell,&lt;br /&gt;I will now call Hollywood home.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of home I don't hate,&lt;br /&gt;Where crimes are the only guilt,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far from this place,&lt;br /&gt;A place that I wish I had built.&lt;br /&gt;The models all purge their souls,&lt;br /&gt;I am none better than they are,&lt;br /&gt;We both have unfixable holes,&lt;br /&gt;Except they can hide their scars.&lt;br /&gt;I want everything but need none,&lt;br /&gt;I need what no one can give me.&lt;br /&gt;I may want a piece of everyone,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I'd need.&lt;br /&gt;Religion can't compare to drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is strung out or dead.&lt;br /&gt;I will sell my soul and my luck,&lt;br /&gt;For a hot shower and warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice is a part of the game,&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will all be worth it,&lt;br /&gt;They say money isn't to blame,&lt;br /&gt;For the thousands left homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is ugly on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the dream I created,&lt;br /&gt;I am left here alone to decide,&lt;br /&gt;If I want to love being hated,&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst decision ever,&lt;br /&gt;I'd take it all back if I could.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the world, but I never,&lt;br /&gt;Needed to live in Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7924414223080080648?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7924414223080080648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/hollywood-121305.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7924414223080080648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7924414223080080648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/hollywood-121305.html' title='Hollywood - 12/13/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-953574380951482156</id><published>2009-09-21T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:45:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared - 12/10/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="809"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I've lost faith in all that I've known,&lt;br /&gt;Everything has failed, and I am done.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing in life to call my own,&lt;br /&gt;My father doesn't even claim his son.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like one hundred fifty times,&lt;br /&gt;I've begged forgiveness as I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;I've even asked God himself for signs,&lt;br /&gt;To tell me what it is keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot wrong in twenty years,&lt;br /&gt;Though I've done about as much right.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep alone at night in tears,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to give up on this fight.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed for the better I thought,&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like I was wrong yet again.&lt;br /&gt;All I can have is the little I've bought,&lt;br /&gt;And the little I have is a lifetime spent.&lt;br /&gt;I've turned my head on God many days,&lt;br /&gt;With good reason to not believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody that goes to heaven prays,&lt;br /&gt;And I've said more then any that sin.&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;Only I can let it destroy me as it does.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't meant to live in my own pain,&lt;br /&gt;Or to look back on all that once was.&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't kill me not a thing will,&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow will be more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;I am tumbling down this battle uphill,&lt;br /&gt;While I regret these decisions in shame.&lt;br /&gt;I've said this all so many times before,&lt;br /&gt;This self-loathing is destructive at best.&lt;br /&gt;Even my health is gone, I am so unsure,&lt;br /&gt;I commit suicide with every pill I ingest.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any direction or purpose,&lt;br /&gt;One day will be my last I'm well aware.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I live like I don't know this,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never notice I am really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-953574380951482156?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/953574380951482156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/scared-121005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/953574380951482156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/953574380951482156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/scared-121005.html' title='Scared - 12/10/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1258070184058550772</id><published>2009-09-21T22:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:45:17.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Induced - 12/6/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Storm clouds,&lt;br /&gt;In the blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to open,&lt;br /&gt;Resembles,&lt;br /&gt;Tears around,&lt;br /&gt;Her blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Forever broken.&lt;br /&gt;She looks for meaning,&lt;br /&gt;In questions of her own,&lt;br /&gt;And thinks that bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;Is only time spent alone.&lt;br /&gt;Dissecting every kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the lies intact.&lt;br /&gt;She knows what truth is,&lt;br /&gt;Behind her victims' back.&lt;br /&gt;Lives wasted in her hands,&lt;br /&gt;With no method or design,&lt;br /&gt;Just poorly drawn plans,&lt;br /&gt;That kills everyone in time.&lt;br /&gt;She gets under the skin,&lt;br /&gt;And devours their soul,&lt;br /&gt;Infecting with a poison,&lt;br /&gt;No remedies can control.&lt;br /&gt;Picking apart every move,&lt;br /&gt;She's a thief in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Who is unable to choose,&lt;br /&gt;If this is wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;The winter snow,&lt;br /&gt;Crippling bodies at,&lt;br /&gt;Minus sixty degrees,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't as cold as,&lt;br /&gt;The hate, the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And the cruelty that,&lt;br /&gt;Is her cold entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1258070184058550772?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1258070184058550772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/drug-induced-12605.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1258070184058550772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1258070184058550772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/drug-induced-12605.html' title='Drug Induced - 12/6/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1620681087528588779</id><published>2009-09-21T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:44:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility - 11/24/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me see,&lt;br /&gt;The chance of,&lt;br /&gt;Losing our love.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me less,&lt;br /&gt;Then the mess,&lt;br /&gt;I always make,&lt;br /&gt;On each mistake.&lt;br /&gt;There is not a,&lt;br /&gt;Thing I can say,&lt;br /&gt;To change how,&lt;br /&gt;You hate me now,&lt;br /&gt;Since I revealed,&lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;But I give up too,&lt;br /&gt;Easily for you,&lt;br /&gt;And you say I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;Though you meet,&lt;br /&gt;A kid like me,&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Or so you say.&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it,&lt;br /&gt;You'd give a shit,&lt;br /&gt;If I lost all faith,&lt;br /&gt;In the human race?&lt;br /&gt;You still won't be,&lt;br /&gt;The drug for me,&lt;br /&gt;All that I need,&lt;br /&gt;Is tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1620681087528588779?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1620681087528588779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranquility-112405.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1620681087528588779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1620681087528588779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranquility-112405.html' title='Tranquility - 11/24/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3872760200339814300</id><published>2009-09-21T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:43:44.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason To Live - 11/19/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I've told all that I can say,&lt;br /&gt;In regards to how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;When I say it to your face,&lt;br /&gt;You think I am not real.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three days after,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter,&lt;br /&gt;But my life is hardly intact.&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Since you think I'm negative,&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever asked you for,&lt;br /&gt;Was just one reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;I never asked you for much,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;It destroys me being such,&lt;br /&gt;A waste of time for you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alright,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing more or less,&lt;br /&gt;For my entire fucking life,&lt;br /&gt;Or the life that comes next.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of moving past,&lt;br /&gt;With only those memories,&lt;br /&gt;That are forever attached,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep me at ease.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live up to your,&lt;br /&gt;Expectations set too high.&lt;br /&gt;I want my day twenty-four,&lt;br /&gt;To incite day twenty-five.&lt;br /&gt;You only put me through pain.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew how I felt,&lt;br /&gt;You don't see I'm not okay,&lt;br /&gt;With the hand I was dealt.&lt;br /&gt;I've been paying these dues,&lt;br /&gt;All I've done for you is give,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you to choose,&lt;br /&gt;To give me a reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3872760200339814300?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3872760200339814300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-to-live-111905.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3872760200339814300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3872760200339814300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-to-live-111905.html' title='A Reason To Live - 11/19/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5640470659837755580</id><published>2009-09-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:43:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy - 11/10/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The words of a delinquent,&lt;br /&gt;All scribbled in prose,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to leave her hint,&lt;br /&gt;Of what everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she finds love,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing agony upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;She sees the good in bad,&lt;br /&gt;And it brings her pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Replacing all that we had,&lt;br /&gt;With pain I can't measure.&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if we try,&lt;br /&gt;You filled me with shame,&lt;br /&gt;And left me alone to die.&lt;br /&gt;It just once seemed so sad,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that no prescription,&lt;br /&gt;Will cure the disease that,&lt;br /&gt;Is actually your addiction.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a happy end,&lt;br /&gt;But I only came up empty.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day you left me.&lt;br /&gt;For a while I was worried,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm forever incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;But all of the good stories,&lt;br /&gt;Have to include a tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5640470659837755580?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5640470659837755580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tragedy-111005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5640470659837755580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5640470659837755580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tragedy-111005.html' title='Tragedy - 11/10/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3388909596051630497</id><published>2009-09-21T22:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:42:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I Never Wanted - 11/1/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Unfortunate circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;With the failed chances,&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed me more then,&lt;br /&gt;I can ever even begin,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Before my will is gone.&lt;br /&gt;For it will disintegrate,&lt;br /&gt;And leave me in a state,&lt;br /&gt;Of hatred and discontent,&lt;br /&gt;Just like I currently am.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being this way.&lt;br /&gt;Luck changes -- someday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for words,&lt;br /&gt;As I hang from the cords,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;I despise all I have left.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine restarting life,&lt;br /&gt;Over on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;So I can reestablish me,&lt;br /&gt;And forge my own legacy.&lt;br /&gt;This window's reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Distorts my complexion.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not sure why,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to die,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad,&lt;br /&gt;I have,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I never wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3388909596051630497?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3388909596051630497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-i-never-wanted-11105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3388909596051630497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3388909596051630497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-i-never-wanted-11105.html' title='Everything I Never Wanted - 11/1/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1880985813000073560</id><published>2009-09-21T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:27.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Down Inside - 10/28/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;No need to hide,&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Why I even tried,&lt;br /&gt;Making things real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;A permanent wound,&lt;br /&gt;Is opened up wide,&lt;br /&gt;Infecting me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a waste.&lt;br /&gt;No reason to lie,&lt;br /&gt;Right to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing apart,&lt;br /&gt;It's like I died,&lt;br /&gt;Without a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I need,&lt;br /&gt;Seems to supply,&lt;br /&gt;Lust and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I hate being as,&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally tied,&lt;br /&gt;To a horrid past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I regret at night,&lt;br /&gt;Letting you slide,&lt;br /&gt;Off with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why,&lt;br /&gt;I hated you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1880985813000073560?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1880985813000073560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/deep-down-inside-102805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1880985813000073560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1880985813000073560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/deep-down-inside-102805.html' title='Deep Down Inside - 10/28/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-319330470415154659</id><published>2009-09-21T22:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:00.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Yours - 10/23/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck up again.&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue,&lt;br /&gt;Or memory of when,&lt;br /&gt;You stabbed my back,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'd forgive.&lt;br /&gt;But I still lack,&lt;br /&gt;A reason to live,&lt;br /&gt;Another day with,&lt;br /&gt;Any of your shit.&lt;br /&gt;I feed on the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complain,&lt;br /&gt;So you appreciate,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of hate.&lt;br /&gt;You can not see,&lt;br /&gt;We will never be,&lt;br /&gt;The same way again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Never your lover.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in another,&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime or ten,&lt;br /&gt;We'll make amends.&lt;br /&gt;But just for now,&lt;br /&gt;You can learn how,&lt;br /&gt;To remember I am,&lt;br /&gt;Never yours again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-319330470415154659?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/319330470415154659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-yours-102305.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/319330470415154659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/319330470415154659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-yours-102305.html' title='Never Yours - 10/23/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4646972044374888891</id><published>2009-09-21T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:40:31.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anti-Love Song - 10/14/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="810"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Maybe I didn't know what you need,&lt;br /&gt;You were so fragile and incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;I flattered you by making you first,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care that the letdown hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfection died many years ago,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be the last one to know.&lt;br /&gt;You sing a melody of two gone wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for an anti-love song.&lt;br /&gt;I tried bringing hope and direction,&lt;br /&gt;Which is now only a bad recollection.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can't believe,&lt;br /&gt;Is how much you cost to be so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was wrong then, nothing now,&lt;br /&gt;But things are never right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;We were black and white tinted red,&lt;br /&gt;Easy to read, almost better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;It took the best of me to be worst,&lt;br /&gt;To walk away before I felt remorse.&lt;br /&gt;I penned my anti-love song for you,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you'd understand the truth.&lt;br /&gt;This is an emotial conflict between,&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad -- you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Our end will always be bittersweet,&lt;br /&gt;And forever our unfinished symphony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4646972044374888891?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4646972044374888891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-anti-love-song-101405.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4646972044374888891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4646972044374888891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-anti-love-song-101405.html' title='My Anti-Love Song - 10/14/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3097801275999032351</id><published>2009-09-21T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:40:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Loser - 10/7/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;All of the excuses,&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons why,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the abuse is,&lt;br /&gt;How we each survive.&lt;br /&gt;My back has given in,&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the heart,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask to win,&lt;br /&gt;I just needed a start.&lt;br /&gt;Accepted the defeat,&lt;br /&gt;And took a low blow.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the back seat,&lt;br /&gt;And just let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no one else could love you,&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it that I still do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed you goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Waited for a return,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to die,&lt;br /&gt;Before I ever learn.&lt;br /&gt;Options were infinite,&lt;br /&gt;You were the mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Take back every bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strung out user,&lt;br /&gt;Pushed down your line.&lt;br /&gt;I am the first loser,&lt;br /&gt;Like every other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no one else could love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that they never do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3097801275999032351?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3097801275999032351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-loser-10705.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3097801275999032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3097801275999032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-loser-10705.html' title='First Loser - 10/7/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2258541707553189813</id><published>2009-09-21T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:39:33.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The One - 9/27/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This overwhelming guilt,&lt;br /&gt;Like an inmate on death row,&lt;br /&gt;I need this suicide pill,&lt;br /&gt;To escape fear I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the end is closing,&lt;br /&gt;And still dragging it on,&lt;br /&gt;I know I was not chosen,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;It won't get in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I am not your only one,&lt;br /&gt;Until I've fallen apart,&lt;br /&gt;You will have not yet won.&lt;br /&gt;Cursing you in disguist,&lt;br /&gt;As I give all I can find,&lt;br /&gt;You destroyed my trust,&lt;br /&gt;And left my hopes behind.&lt;br /&gt;Your words are worth less,&lt;br /&gt;Then paper used to write,&lt;br /&gt;How you have made a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Out of mine and your life.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say sorry for it all,&lt;br /&gt;If I knew what I have done,&lt;br /&gt;I will not take this fall,&lt;br /&gt;If I am not your only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2258541707553189813?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2258541707553189813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-one-92705.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2258541707553189813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2258541707553189813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-one-92705.html' title='Not The One - 9/27/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1491519405950283911</id><published>2009-09-21T22:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:38:53.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Deception - 9/22/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="810"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Anticipation and hope is all lost,&lt;br /&gt;The art of deception was the cause.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to keep impressing you for,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disappointment, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Self mutilation kept all inside,&lt;br /&gt;We both got hurt but no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up your hopes,&lt;br /&gt;And watched them fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you have ever despised,&lt;br /&gt;Is everything that I kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;Time wasted just because of me,&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious I'm not what I seem.&lt;br /&gt;Even better yet you're not shit,&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up your hopes,&lt;br /&gt;And watched them fall.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing as you choke,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of hanging my head in shame,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of placing myself with blame.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of obsessing over what isn't mine,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of wondering if I am really blind.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of giving a fuck how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your disappointment was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up your hopes,&lt;br /&gt;And watched them fall.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing as you choke,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;This waste of your time,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't your life, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have had so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what you stayed here for.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already left my mark,&lt;br /&gt;You should know I'm human, not art.&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways for this not to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You were the only one sold short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up your hopes,&lt;br /&gt;And watched them fall.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing as you choke,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;This waste of your time,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't your life, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;No apologies given to you,&lt;br /&gt;For everything I didn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1491519405950283911?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1491519405950283911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-deception-92205.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1491519405950283911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1491519405950283911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-deception-92205.html' title='The Art Of Deception - 9/22/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2384796463297008509</id><published>2009-09-21T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:37:32.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything - 9/11/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Anything can be better then this,&lt;br /&gt;It's what I say each day I awake.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty and unaccomplished,&lt;br /&gt;Put this to an end for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;My face cries from lack of emotion,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no need to place blame.&lt;br /&gt;I do seem to have a strange notion,&lt;br /&gt;That I have already lost this game.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of quitting while ahead,&lt;br /&gt;In fear of falling into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be well when I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm only going to die all alone.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long I drag this on,&lt;br /&gt;It's never going to be what I need,&lt;br /&gt;To explain for you once I am gone,&lt;br /&gt;What I could have done to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;All these tears were shed in vein,&lt;br /&gt;Crying for you to help me survive.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't even remember my name,&lt;br /&gt;Promising me I am not really alive.&lt;br /&gt;With the world ahead in my sight,&lt;br /&gt;Everything still appears hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;I will fall asleep knowing tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Anything can be better then this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2384796463297008509?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2384796463297008509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/anything-91105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2384796463297008509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2384796463297008509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/anything-91105.html' title='Anything - 9/11/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2328337467317870784</id><published>2009-09-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:37:20.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch - 9/8/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;A sketch on a piece of notebook paper,&lt;br /&gt;Flawed of imperfection and the eraser.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to draw exactly what I need,&lt;br /&gt;There is only an outline to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Inside seems empty almost like myself,&lt;br /&gt;A girl like that is found only in hell.&lt;br /&gt;I knew exactly what I wanted back when,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this piece of paper. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another picture drawn in my book,&lt;br /&gt;All this one has is the good looks.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every other I've done.&lt;br /&gt;As shallow as each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;I can always look just never touch,&lt;br /&gt;One day I just want to be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to create,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck trying this again, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning my paper for my own sake,&lt;br /&gt;Trying over and over is only a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever seems to turn out right,&lt;br /&gt;I will never know what it is I like.&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun in my mouth, I feel the need,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced of my own mortality.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all hope, this seems unreal,&lt;br /&gt;All the images make me not want to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2328337467317870784?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2328337467317870784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sketch-9805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2328337467317870784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2328337467317870784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sketch-9805.html' title='Sketch - 9/8/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4670960732110013644</id><published>2009-09-21T22:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:36:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy - 9/1/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="780"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;She falls out of love faster,&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain from the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Each footstep is a disaster,&lt;br /&gt;As they all drop like flies.&lt;br /&gt;She knows not what she needs,&lt;br /&gt;It will come to her one day.&lt;br /&gt;She only opens up and bleeds,&lt;br /&gt;Because she will not run away.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother promised her more,&lt;br /&gt;When she was merely a child.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't going to be a whore,&lt;br /&gt;If she only lives in denial.&lt;br /&gt;She's changing for the better,&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day this boy met her,&lt;br /&gt;And put love back in her head.&lt;br /&gt;But this boy was not enough,&lt;br /&gt;To ever keep her satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;She told this boy it was love,&lt;br /&gt;Until the frigid night he died.&lt;br /&gt;An act of passion not of hate,&lt;br /&gt;But with no good reason why.&lt;br /&gt;This boy she had met by fate,&lt;br /&gt;Just one day deserved to die.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes transfixed on her figure,&lt;br /&gt;Not out of envy or a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;Only she pulled that trigger,&lt;br /&gt;As she stands before a judge.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning homicide or love,&lt;br /&gt;A jury finds hangs her at last.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to take shape of,&lt;br /&gt;The many faces from her past.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to beg for mercy,&lt;br /&gt;From this boy eternally lost.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it forever hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;To have lived without a cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4670960732110013644?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4670960732110013644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/mercy-9105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4670960732110013644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4670960732110013644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/mercy-9105.html' title='Mercy - 9/1/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8888078458672496099</id><published>2009-09-21T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:35:25.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Things For Simple People - 8/28/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="427"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="1" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Flying away from your perch,&lt;br /&gt;It's not the wind that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all you've known,&lt;br /&gt;You can't survive on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else has flown south,&lt;br /&gt;Only you are filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Your wings have never been used,&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the life you choose.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gone, you still stay,&lt;br /&gt;You're in denial they'd go away.&lt;br /&gt;They always do this in your view,&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought that maybe it's you?&lt;br /&gt;This is impossible for the feeble...&lt;br /&gt;Complicated things for simple people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8888078458672496099?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8888078458672496099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/complicated-things-for-simple-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8888078458672496099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8888078458672496099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/complicated-things-for-simple-people.html' title='Complicated Things For Simple People - 8/28/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2693851651800251822</id><published>2009-09-21T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:34:10.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Event - 8/21/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="780"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Deep inside the crystal ball,&lt;br /&gt;Who knew how many would fall?&lt;br /&gt;Worked forever to get to here,&lt;br /&gt;Nearly two decades and a year.&lt;br /&gt;Soldiering on half a life span,&lt;br /&gt;All to flush it down the can.&lt;br /&gt;Forced to continue on and fight,&lt;br /&gt;When the end is nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;A sun in the horizon in the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;To stare at while dreaming of home.&lt;br /&gt;The hype leading up to the main event,&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days, remember back then?&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town for years to come,&lt;br /&gt;Never made a whisper now that it's done.&lt;br /&gt;An innocent life lies cold under a flag,&lt;br /&gt;Operation peace is fought in a body bag.&lt;br /&gt;Too broke to change their mind,&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know, are they blind?&lt;br /&gt;It may be free tuition they give,&lt;br /&gt;The prerequisite is first to live.&lt;br /&gt;How could our commander justify,&lt;br /&gt;Every innocent man going to die?&lt;br /&gt;Brutal carnage of a human army,&lt;br /&gt;This is the event he's paying to see?&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks in the air not for your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;When another erupts, another man dies.&lt;br /&gt;The hype leading up to the main event,&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days, remember back then?&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town for years to come,&lt;br /&gt;Never made a whisper now that it's done.&lt;br /&gt;An innocent life lies cold under a flag,&lt;br /&gt;A war on terror is fought in a body bag.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest men gave their life,&lt;br /&gt;To protect his baby and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;A mission intended for the better,&lt;br /&gt;Or so he promises in every letter.&lt;br /&gt;He assures them he will soon return,&lt;br /&gt;That rainy day will forever burn.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving his baby girl with an image,&lt;br /&gt;Of his body that will never diminish.&lt;br /&gt;Everything he had ever wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;Only lives in his baby and his legacy.&lt;br /&gt;The hype leading up to the main event,&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days, remember back then?&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town for years to come,&lt;br /&gt;Never made a whisper now that it's done.&lt;br /&gt;An innocent life lies cold under a flag,&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is only achieved in a body bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2693851651800251822?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2693851651800251822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/main-event-82105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2693851651800251822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2693851651800251822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/main-event-82105.html' title='Main Event - 8/21/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1200914725672155251</id><published>2009-09-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:33:08.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin - 8/11/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This is what it feels like to be needed,&lt;br /&gt;The more you need the better I'm treated.&lt;br /&gt;You live in the shadow of my own glory,&lt;br /&gt;Without your own all you can do is worry.&lt;br /&gt;You need me more then I need to suffer,&lt;br /&gt;But the long road home only gets rougher.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like being used.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who's ever amused.&lt;br /&gt;Redemption is not a realistic thought,&lt;br /&gt;The life you have is the life I bought.&lt;br /&gt;I've sacrificed past giving up anymore,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot change you, or this world.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like to be empty,&lt;br /&gt;I only rely on you to be a crutch for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of dying peacefully all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing for you which was my own.&lt;br /&gt;Trading tales of each other's self pity,&lt;br /&gt;Sure as fucking hell doesn't deem unity.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like being raped.&lt;br /&gt;Forced against my will to be enslaved.&lt;br /&gt;Slapped in the face with no reason why,&lt;br /&gt;Escape is impossible though I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;Once you've taken all that I held sacred,&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is make me feel degraded.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like to be in hell,&lt;br /&gt;Confiding in the demons more then myself.&lt;br /&gt;Living in regret for choices I've made,&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be my biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Only worsening with time I must give in,&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like living in sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1200914725672155251?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1200914725672155251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sin-81105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1200914725672155251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1200914725672155251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sin-81105.html' title='Sin - 8/11/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3372663020444137028</id><published>2009-09-21T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:32:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swords - 7/18/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Holding your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;--Will it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;If we don't disband,&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Only brings me down,&lt;br /&gt;--Are you ever quiet?&lt;br /&gt;I have no other choice,&lt;br /&gt;But telling you this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding painless words,&lt;br /&gt;If only I really could,&lt;br /&gt;--Don't they all hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Like a million swords,&lt;br /&gt;They never feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying only to explain,&lt;br /&gt;Every good reason why,&lt;br /&gt;--Don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;I need to end the pain,&lt;br /&gt;And tell you goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show tact.&lt;br /&gt;--How do I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather live alone,&lt;br /&gt;Then take you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3372663020444137028?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3372663020444137028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/swords-71805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3372663020444137028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3372663020444137028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/swords-71805.html' title='Swords - 7/18/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6005236108220358501</id><published>2009-09-21T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:31:23.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreamer - 6/30/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="780"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Stuck somewhere between,&lt;br /&gt;This reality and a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I shall hold,&lt;br /&gt;Turns to shit, not gold.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the storm's eye,&lt;br /&gt;The calm is my only high.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to break the mold,&lt;br /&gt;And do not as I am told.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to be unique,&lt;br /&gt;Is a crutch for the meek,&lt;br /&gt;Who forever live in rue,&lt;br /&gt;For not living like you.&lt;br /&gt;While begging on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;I will eventually cease.&lt;br /&gt;And angels will not show,&lt;br /&gt;To my funeral in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;On a ground so immaculate,&lt;br /&gt;Forever soiled of my shit.&lt;br /&gt;No one else here to grieve,&lt;br /&gt;Or miss me after I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was really lying,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven wasn't worth dying.&lt;br /&gt;As I incinerate in hell,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I was too stupid to see,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has never loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6005236108220358501?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6005236108220358501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/daydreamer-63005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6005236108220358501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6005236108220358501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/daydreamer-63005.html' title='Daydreamer - 6/30/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3188664723844977567</id><published>2009-09-21T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:30:37.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She - 6/10/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="780"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;She is furthest from those closest,&lt;br /&gt;But she can never figure out why,&lt;br /&gt;If she hides in her bedroom to cry.&lt;br /&gt;She says she knows what love is,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why she loves no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Including the select few she tells.&lt;br /&gt;She has been hurt too many times,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's her own choice,&lt;br /&gt;To live humbly without a voice.&lt;br /&gt;She is going through depression,&lt;br /&gt;The past always makes her frown,&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten skeletons hold her down.&lt;br /&gt;She denies the guilty conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows what she did wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The lies don't help get it gone.&lt;br /&gt;She is terrified of opening up,&lt;br /&gt;Worried of someone getting close,&lt;br /&gt;It is way too painful she knows.&lt;br /&gt;She is afraid I know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that will destroy,&lt;br /&gt;A little girl and this young boy.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to kill me in my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, quietly take my breath,&lt;br /&gt;Take the only thing I have left.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know her own worth,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she's easy to replace,&lt;br /&gt;When she puts her life to waste.&lt;br /&gt;She is simply a work in progress,&lt;br /&gt;That may be impossible to finish,&lt;br /&gt;Before one of us will diminish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3188664723844977567?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3188664723844977567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-61005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3188664723844977567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3188664723844977567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-61005.html' title='She - 6/10/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5398783230456852729</id><published>2009-09-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:30:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With You - 5/31/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="780"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;My words were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;With little meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Since the truth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever broken,&lt;br /&gt;Minus the bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;Over time cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;Ever get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found,&lt;br /&gt;A forever in you,&lt;br /&gt;But that was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have truly lost,&lt;br /&gt;My will to bother,&lt;br /&gt;With the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dare at any cost,&lt;br /&gt;Just like my father,&lt;br /&gt;To spit in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking to a voice,&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn with a choice,&lt;br /&gt;To stay or to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Or to suffer at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always tried,&lt;br /&gt;To make you first,&lt;br /&gt;But you desired more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ran off and lied,&lt;br /&gt;And left me for worse,&lt;br /&gt;One slam of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That image of deceit,&lt;br /&gt;Standing out on you,&lt;br /&gt;When you looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony of defeat,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so untrue,&lt;br /&gt;But it's all I'd see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5398783230456852729?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5398783230456852729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-you-53105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5398783230456852729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5398783230456852729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-you-53105.html' title='With You - 5/31/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7611897425237875481</id><published>2009-09-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:29:06.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deny 5/10/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loveissuicide.com/writings/w129.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 314px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.loveissuicide.com/writings/w128.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2067790402801559997?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2067790402801559997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/insincere-5205.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2067790402801559997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2067790402801559997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/insincere-5205.html' title='Insincere 5/2/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6341925514012775271</id><published>2009-09-21T22:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:27:42.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearview Mirror - 4/18/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Passing the windows of oppurtunity,&lt;br /&gt;Where is what we're supposed to see?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the people we will meet,&lt;br /&gt;There's even more on every street.&lt;br /&gt;Too fast to spend a life in regret,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and do what's best.&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything that is now gone,&lt;br /&gt;Go a little bit faster and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a little bit clearer,&lt;br /&gt;When it is in the rearview mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone else two steps ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Will they only pass us and forget?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have the heart it really takes?&lt;br /&gt;To speed forever and not use brakes.&lt;br /&gt;How will we survive sudden impacts?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this amazing pace last?&lt;br /&gt;What makes bumps in the road smooth?&lt;br /&gt;Will the voice beside me ever soothe?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a little bit clearer,&lt;br /&gt;When it is in the rearview mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Time is the only enemy ahead of us,&lt;br /&gt;Can we succeed before becoming dust?&lt;br /&gt;Don't these questions have an answer?&lt;br /&gt;Or will they eat at us like cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Was this whole journey an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;We'll each find the same conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;As we make it into the final bend,&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel has no light at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a little bit clearer,&lt;br /&gt;When it is in the rearview mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6341925514012775271?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6341925514012775271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/rearview-mirror-41805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6341925514012775271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6341925514012775271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/rearview-mirror-41805.html' title='Rearview Mirror - 4/18/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8358217853274383832</id><published>2009-09-21T22:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:26:50.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years Ago (December) - 4/16/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Too wonderful to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't remember,&lt;br /&gt;Fit it inside your head,&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago December.&lt;br /&gt;A memoir of what's gone,&lt;br /&gt;No account of tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Desiring what you long,&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime full of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It was just meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings will never end,&lt;br /&gt;That's what you believe,&lt;br /&gt;I will never condescend.&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago December,&lt;br /&gt;We were just growing up,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't remember,&lt;br /&gt;What you think was love.&lt;br /&gt;Time meant to move past,&lt;br /&gt;Spent as years of denial,&lt;br /&gt;Wasted time passes fast,&lt;br /&gt;And you can't even smile.&lt;br /&gt;Why will you always cry,&lt;br /&gt;Claiming it is my fault,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me yet another lie,&lt;br /&gt;Bloody wounds love salt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't claim I'm the best,&lt;br /&gt;If that were hardly true,&lt;br /&gt;I would have never fled,&lt;br /&gt;To forget all about you.&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago December,&lt;br /&gt;We've since grown apart,&lt;br /&gt;You will always remember,&lt;br /&gt;That I broke your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8358217853274383832?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8358217853274383832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-years-ago-december-41605.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8358217853274383832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8358217853274383832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-years-ago-december-41605.html' title='Four Years Ago (December) - 4/16/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-184181209669949063</id><published>2009-09-21T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:26:17.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity - 3/30/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Pouring dirt on my shallow grave,&lt;br /&gt;It is not pity or dying I crave.&lt;br /&gt;Smelling flowers as dead as me,&lt;br /&gt;Is not my perfect idea of peace.&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be a way to fly,&lt;br /&gt;And avoid your perfect blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what holds me here.&lt;br /&gt;The earth, or those I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;Who is my enemy?&lt;br /&gt;You or gravity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning the remnants of my body,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of what I'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;Composing my epitaph years early,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the future I lived to see.&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be a way to swim,&lt;br /&gt;Above your deepest gleaming ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I know not who can't let me leave,&lt;br /&gt;Those I love, or the air I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Who is my enemy?&lt;br /&gt;You or gravity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-184181209669949063?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/184181209669949063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gravity-33005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/184181209669949063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/184181209669949063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gravity-33005.html' title='Gravity - 3/30/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7087204055705844693</id><published>2009-09-21T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:26:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Doses - 3/26/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loveissuicide.com/writings/smalldoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.loveissuicide.com/writings/smalldoses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7087204055705844693?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7087204055705844693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-doses-32605.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7087204055705844693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7087204055705844693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-doses-32605.html' title='Small Doses - 3/26/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2273858492450115611</id><published>2009-09-21T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:24:20.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Me Not - 3/2/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dried to the mirror pane,&lt;br /&gt;Is a tinted brown stain.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas blood from her vein,&lt;br /&gt;Which left a quaint verse.&lt;br /&gt;      -"Never Again"&lt;br /&gt;Jotted with little remorse,&lt;br /&gt;In the unique font of hers,&lt;br /&gt;An angel could not compare.&lt;br /&gt;The floor held a sole fare,&lt;br /&gt;      -"Forget Me Not"&lt;br /&gt;Next to a body past repair.&lt;br /&gt;Inside her breast pocket,&lt;br /&gt;Held her mothers' locket,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped tight in a docket.&lt;br /&gt;      -"I Have Sinned"&lt;br /&gt;This mess lays on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Behind a young girl's door,&lt;br /&gt;Who has never cried before.&lt;br /&gt;The closing words she said,&lt;br /&gt;      -"I'm Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;As she knelt beside her bed,&lt;br /&gt;And her wrists slowly bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2273858492450115611?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2273858492450115611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-me-not-3205.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2273858492450115611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2273858492450115611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-me-not-3205.html' title='Forget Me Not - 3/2/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6332435224193893086</id><published>2009-09-21T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:23:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self - 2/21/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I cannot rinse this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;The past can't ever drain,&lt;br /&gt;Or fade...&lt;br /&gt;But things are going to be,&lt;br /&gt;Fine...&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, if you can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Mine...&lt;br /&gt;I live for the promises you,&lt;br /&gt;Break...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know I truely,&lt;br /&gt;Hate...&lt;br /&gt;The lifetime I sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Keep...&lt;br /&gt;Realizing my future is merely,&lt;br /&gt;Bleak.&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow holds all but,&lt;br /&gt;Hope...&lt;br /&gt;And you persuade me to cut,&lt;br /&gt;Rope...&lt;br /&gt;And tie it to this inside,&lt;br /&gt;Shelf...&lt;br /&gt;And save this smile for my,&lt;br /&gt;Self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6332435224193893086?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6332435224193893086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-22105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6332435224193893086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6332435224193893086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-22105.html' title='Self - 2/21/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-9196330618701322989</id><published>2009-09-21T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:22:13.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prone - 2/11/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The answers you wanted me to try,&lt;br /&gt;To just give to you first hand,&lt;br /&gt;That I choked on and had to hide.&lt;br /&gt;To come clean I'd have to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;Which is something I'll never be,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as you push me down,&lt;br /&gt;You can never just love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I will always drown,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm ashamed to come clean,&lt;br /&gt;And admit to you how I really feel,&lt;br /&gt;For you just think I"m being mean.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes doubt that you're real,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at how I change around you,&lt;br /&gt;I forget that there is anyone more.&lt;br /&gt;When I do realize what I go through,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'm even trying for,&lt;br /&gt;Other then the fear of being alone,&lt;br /&gt;And not knowing how to sever ties.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to be so prone,&lt;br /&gt;To falling in love with your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-9196330618701322989?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/9196330618701322989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/prone-21105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/9196330618701322989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/9196330618701322989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/prone-21105.html' title='Prone - 2/11/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8881365762130420907</id><published>2009-09-21T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:21:51.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Something - 2/3/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The end of our world is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Fucker, let's go start something.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is too close to today,&lt;br /&gt;It makes everyday feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;If something doesn't just change,&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am gonna fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow can't be the same shit,&lt;br /&gt;Life is intended for us to live.&lt;br /&gt;Demolish this proverbial mold,&lt;br /&gt;This God damned life seems old.&lt;br /&gt;If we fear society and change,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to see old age?&lt;br /&gt;We can just die happy and young,&lt;br /&gt;You won't see the change come.&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap when it's bland,&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper if you can't talk again.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be tied to this string,&lt;br /&gt;Fucker, let's go start something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8881365762130420907?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8881365762130420907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-something-2305.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8881365762130420907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8881365762130420907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-something-2305.html' title='Start Something - 2/3/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4584234201602112384</id><published>2009-09-21T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:21:10.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You - 1/30/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" height="421"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I could love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;(If the world ends tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't lose you ever.&lt;br /&gt;(As long as I can forget you.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never lose sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;(If you never get to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;(As long as it's not me.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never wake up alone.&lt;br /&gt;(If you count your pillow.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have a home.&lt;br /&gt;(Just don't ask me where.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll forever sing in glee.&lt;br /&gt;(Just not your own songs.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll always get to be free.&lt;br /&gt;(It's all you'll ever have.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4584234201602112384?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4584234201602112384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-13005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4584234201602112384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4584234201602112384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-13005.html' title='You - 1/30/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5826153421340770119</id><published>2009-09-21T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:20:49.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance - 1/16/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="308"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I feel like I've known you forever,&lt;br /&gt;What's my name, you don't remember?&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see and feel,&lt;br /&gt;But too far to believe in as real.&lt;br /&gt;You look straight from a magazine,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll only appear on my screen.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice inside a phone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet falling asleep everynight alone.&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling just seems to be fake,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not worth a breath you take.&lt;br /&gt;You can lie if it makes you proud,&lt;br /&gt;Since it's all your life is about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your knight in shining armor,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone else is too, you whore.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll spend forever by your side,&lt;br /&gt;If you're laid next to me when I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5826153421340770119?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5826153421340770119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/distance-11605.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5826153421340770119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5826153421340770119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/distance-11605.html' title='Distance - 1/16/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1961510973411814590</id><published>2009-09-21T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:20:11.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Confinement - 1/8/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="309"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="298"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I don't want anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Solitary confinement.&lt;br /&gt;This feels like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe myself,&lt;br /&gt;Muchless in a savior.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a favor,&lt;br /&gt;Is leaving me to die?&lt;br /&gt;Should I fucking try,&lt;br /&gt;To see the sun break?&lt;br /&gt;This is only my fate,&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever you said.&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I know.&lt;br /&gt;Taking life too slow,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of every step.&lt;br /&gt;Forever in your debt,&lt;br /&gt;For what I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday tinted blue,&lt;br /&gt;To match my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Glancing at ceilings,&lt;br /&gt;Begging them to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Put an end to it all,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Solitary confinement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1961510973411814590?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1961510973411814590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary-confinement-1805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1961510973411814590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1961510973411814590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary-confinement-1805.html' title='Solitary Confinement - 1/8/05'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1929370469980887885</id><published>2009-08-27T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:51:20.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Jesus - 12/24/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Plastic Jesus we are so afraid,&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to hell if we get laid.&lt;br /&gt;You drive to heaven in a minivan,&lt;br /&gt;We pose for only you, the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus you're on my plate,&lt;br /&gt;Are you fattening or are you safe?&lt;br /&gt;We can't get fat and ugly you said,&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll look even worse when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus how is my new outfit?&lt;br /&gt;My only fear is you won't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to suffer for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;If you are dressed better then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus, like what you hear?&lt;br /&gt;I'll change to be like you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Music is neither really bad or good,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what Plastic Jesus would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;I will die alone otherwise you see.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever hurt me any more,&lt;br /&gt;Then Plastic Jesus saying I'm a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus you're my everything,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is really what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Jesus I'll conform for you,&lt;br /&gt;That's what society says we must do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1929370469980887885?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1929370469980887885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/plastic-jesus-122404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1929370469980887885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1929370469980887885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/plastic-jesus-122404.html' title='Plastic Jesus - 12/24/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5235139098914240113</id><published>2009-08-27T15:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:51:01.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disposable, Replaceable - 11/6/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Disposable, Replaceable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you need.&lt;br /&gt;You can kill the tree,&lt;br /&gt;But never the seed.&lt;br /&gt;They come and go free,&lt;br /&gt;If you're full of greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposable, Replaceable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take them as they come,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a battery,&lt;br /&gt;Insert yet another one,&lt;br /&gt;Really it is only me,&lt;br /&gt;Let the drain be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposable, Replaceable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None ever seem the same,&lt;br /&gt;But they are under cover.&lt;br /&gt;You just play the game,&lt;br /&gt;And replace with another.&lt;br /&gt;You fail and we take blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposable, Replaceable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supply is getting thin,&lt;br /&gt;But demand isn't high.&lt;br /&gt;We're dead under the skin,&lt;br /&gt;And we will never try,&lt;br /&gt;To be placed back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5235139098914240113?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5235139098914240113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/disposable-replaceable-11604.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5235139098914240113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5235139098914240113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/disposable-replaceable-11604.html' title='Disposable, Replaceable - 11/6/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-338387144770967358</id><published>2009-08-27T15:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:50:34.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises - 11/4/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Lying in my own bed dreaming alone,&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel any further from home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in your first person lies,&lt;br /&gt;About me, myself, and especially I.&lt;br /&gt;You promised me I was the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Until someone new and better comes.&lt;br /&gt;I deny having ever kissed the lips,&lt;br /&gt;Of yours since they smell of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I can only wonder what went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Or if it was God's plan all along.&lt;br /&gt;I can only blame my own rotten soul,&lt;br /&gt;On why you call me a fucken asshole.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget and I try to repent.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stupid enough to try again.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be just another mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Left for dead in this world so fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-338387144770967358?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/338387144770967358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/promises-11404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/338387144770967358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/338387144770967358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/promises-11404.html' title='Promises - 11/4/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8060943029832032189</id><published>2009-08-27T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:50:17.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key - 10/8/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The morning after and everything's gone,&lt;br /&gt;Except a key I hold to a life of my own.&lt;br /&gt;A key you can't copy but can only break,&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the only thing you won't take?&lt;br /&gt;I beg you to take me whole or in parts,&lt;br /&gt;The tears will wash away this void heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want to unlock the dreams that you cast,&lt;br /&gt;Not temporarily lock away a misled past.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many keys tied on the ring,&lt;br /&gt;Mine is always the one coming up missing.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you need me more then the rest,&lt;br /&gt;I can never be any more then second best.&lt;br /&gt;To be wanted for once rather then used,&lt;br /&gt;Could make me feel human and not abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8060943029832032189?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8060943029832032189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/key-10804.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8060943029832032189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8060943029832032189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/key-10804.html' title='Key - 10/8/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4633445855605584596</id><published>2009-08-27T15:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:49:58.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't - 9/20/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Can't be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be your lover,&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You're like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Can't even be a son,&lt;br /&gt;Can't show how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be your peer,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be your elder,&lt;br /&gt;When I live in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live like this,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wake up again,&lt;br /&gt;Can't make an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;Put my life to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4633445855605584596?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4633445855605584596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-92004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4633445855605584596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4633445855605584596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-92004.html' title='Can&apos;t - 9/20/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8614503379713000854</id><published>2009-08-27T15:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:49:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny - 8/30/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A penny is skipped into the pond,&lt;br /&gt;And better life is wished upon.&lt;br /&gt;Ripples are gently becoming gone,&lt;br /&gt;Showing this dreaded reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds observe sitting in a line,&lt;br /&gt;As I beg to the water for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to smile a cent at a time,&lt;br /&gt;Why are the only open ears mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart sold and the pond buying,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime each penny goes flying.&lt;br /&gt;What tells me to continue trying,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the only one still crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One penny may mean nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;Considering we are about as small.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loud we try to call,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper we seem to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how little it may seem,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good in life can be free.&lt;br /&gt;Pennies wished upon just to see,&lt;br /&gt;Your reflection here next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8614503379713000854?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8614503379713000854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/penny-83004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8614503379713000854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8614503379713000854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/penny-83004.html' title='Penny - 8/30/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4987671807287995334</id><published>2009-08-27T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:49:10.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet - 8/16/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My problems once seemed so severe.&lt;br /&gt;But the past is done, future near.&lt;br /&gt;The solution is so simple anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, even if you're four.&lt;br /&gt;The key to the door of my lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Is so cold and the shape of a dime.&lt;br /&gt;But it is merely an ounce in weight,&lt;br /&gt;Which is a bit bigger then my brain.&lt;br /&gt;A shiny barrel is always on my side,&lt;br /&gt;To be my tissues when I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;As I pull the hammer near my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I think of those whom I loved best.&lt;br /&gt;And their voices all come in static,&lt;br /&gt;Is this my only hope to be emphatic?&lt;br /&gt;So I raise my hopes next to my ear,&lt;br /&gt;To remove any doubt of why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;I say I don't want the pain anymore,&lt;br /&gt;But the gun just falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The escape from this misery serves,&lt;br /&gt;As just another bad lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4987671807287995334?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4987671807287995334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullet-81604.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4987671807287995334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4987671807287995334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullet-81604.html' title='Bullet - 8/16/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3254193602480037036</id><published>2009-08-27T15:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:48:50.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More - 8/12/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;More abandoned souls,&lt;br /&gt;Then cemetaries hold.&lt;br /&gt;More hearts destroyed,&lt;br /&gt;Then childrens' toys.&lt;br /&gt;More lives were ended,&lt;br /&gt;Then glue has mended.&lt;br /&gt;More necks on a rope,&lt;br /&gt;Then our alotted hope.&lt;br /&gt;More tears from eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Then rain in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;More guns to the head,&lt;br /&gt;Then I Love Yous said.&lt;br /&gt;More ways of punishing,&lt;br /&gt;Then your encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;More time spent alone,&lt;br /&gt;Then humanity at home.&lt;br /&gt;More drugs in the head,&lt;br /&gt;Then caring words said.&lt;br /&gt;More about appearance,&lt;br /&gt;Then a sinner repents.&lt;br /&gt;More hate from a teen,&lt;br /&gt;Then life in the body.&lt;br /&gt;More deadbeat mentors,&lt;br /&gt;Then sand on seashores.&lt;br /&gt;More need to just quit,&lt;br /&gt;Then you giving a shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3254193602480037036?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3254193602480037036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-81204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3254193602480037036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3254193602480037036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-81204.html' title='More - 8/12/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5809267116930487058</id><published>2009-08-27T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:48:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father (Part II) - 8/7/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;If I wanted to quit now and be like him,&lt;br /&gt;I'd imagine just what I could have been.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a way to live my life for free,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you where money could get me.&lt;br /&gt;If I could buy my life twenty per pack,&lt;br /&gt;I'd save my dollars and buy a life back.&lt;br /&gt;If I could shame neighbors out of meals,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still care about how my child feels.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a social life to even defend,&lt;br /&gt;I'd think I was really someone's friend.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a woman to be 'in love' with,&lt;br /&gt;I'd smoke dope and let us fall to shit.&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance to be out of debt,&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie so I can write you a bad check.&lt;br /&gt;If I could relax on my couch all week,&lt;br /&gt;I'd fantasize to be some TV star I see.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to support myself on my own,&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry about it to you over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;If I could pretend I was still a teen,&lt;br /&gt;I'd quit faking it and say what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be like my father and fail,&lt;br /&gt;This would be the life I have entailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5809267116930487058?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5809267116930487058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/father-part-ii-8704.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5809267116930487058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5809267116930487058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/father-part-ii-8704.html' title='Father (Part II) - 8/7/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7621864197392817273</id><published>2009-08-27T15:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:48:00.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Sym)Pathetic - 8/4/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Trying to force words to flow,&lt;br /&gt;Writing things I will never show.&lt;br /&gt;The faint whisper in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Is all the voice I am allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell wrong from right.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like every other night.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging in between good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;Which are both lives I now have.&lt;br /&gt;An empty chamber full of hopes,&lt;br /&gt;Just to break me from your ropes.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be sym(pathetic),&lt;br /&gt;You love me? Fuck you, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Lost somewhere under your shame,&lt;br /&gt;We can't even speak my own name.&lt;br /&gt;Running away is my only escape,&lt;br /&gt;Before you will become my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7621864197392817273?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7621864197392817273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sympathetic-8404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7621864197392817273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7621864197392817273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sympathetic-8404.html' title='(Sym)Pathetic - 8/4/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7208843007800015003</id><published>2009-08-27T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:47:40.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad - 7/18/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;No one reads the ballad to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Wrote on my lips, crying for help.&lt;br /&gt;Eleven months and you're still gone,&lt;br /&gt;Ask your God where I've went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Does he even listen for fuck's sake?&lt;br /&gt;Has everything been a mere mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear me crying for mercy?&lt;br /&gt;Should I believe he has cursed me?&lt;br /&gt;My clock contains worthless digits,&lt;br /&gt;This future doesn't give two shits.&lt;br /&gt;The past is never going to return,&lt;br /&gt;Being happy alone is hard to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Suicide seems to be my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Should I live for such a sensation?&lt;br /&gt;There is no life to find or desire,&lt;br /&gt;My soul turns to ash in your fire.&lt;br /&gt;Will I still suffer years from now?&lt;br /&gt;If there is an escape show me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7208843007800015003?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7208843007800015003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ballad-71804.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7208843007800015003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7208843007800015003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ballad-71804.html' title='Ballad - 7/18/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-477670507691920930</id><published>2009-08-27T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:45:57.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure - 7/11/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Seconds to minutes to hours to years,&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clocks, erase your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Dollar after dollar we try to support,&lt;br /&gt;A failure who came up a dollar short.&lt;br /&gt;A life wasted and nothing left to do,&lt;br /&gt;Except sit and enjoy a worms eye view.&lt;br /&gt;Handed everything to piss it all away,&lt;br /&gt;You only have yourself left to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you can't do anything wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You've only fucked things up all along.&lt;br /&gt;Clench the crucifix in your cold fist,&lt;br /&gt;Drain your history from your open wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your pity not in your blood,&lt;br /&gt;We can't survive anymore of the flood.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is left for any of us to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Except some President crying the blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-477670507691920930?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/477670507691920930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/failure-71104.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/477670507691920930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/477670507691920930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/failure-71104.html' title='Failure - 7/11/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8456654570557150408</id><published>2009-08-27T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:45:38.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't - 7/10/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Don't wanna hurt you again,&lt;br /&gt;Or force you just to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;I will stay out of your life,&lt;br /&gt;I won't fuck up one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna see you crying,&lt;br /&gt;My life not yours is for dying,&lt;br /&gt;I will turn my back then walk,&lt;br /&gt;I won't make your life my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna make you an addict,&lt;br /&gt;Or see any cuts on your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;I will hide from you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the vein you sever.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna make you ever worry,&lt;br /&gt;My life is only a tragic story.&lt;br /&gt;I will just keep my distance,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one who listens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna make you remember,&lt;br /&gt;The lies you had to assemble.&lt;br /&gt;I will abandon you then run,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the lonesome one.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna make you scream,&lt;br /&gt;Just withdraw from your dream.&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Hades decaying,&lt;br /&gt;I won't notice your praying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss you goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Pull the trigger, let me die.&lt;br /&gt;I will become one of the weak,&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hurt myself again,&lt;br /&gt;Just forget you too and repent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8456654570557150408?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8456654570557150408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-71004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8456654570557150408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8456654570557150408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-71004.html' title='Don&apos;t - 7/10/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-5135365754151168019</id><published>2009-08-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:45:12.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Stereo)Type - 6/21/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Anorexic whore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Go Ahead And) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Puke some more.&lt;br /&gt;Crackhead toke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Enjoy smoking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yourself broke.&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy steal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(You know that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;All won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant bitch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Mom is proud) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You're hitched.&lt;br /&gt;Attention slut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Continue to) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Bitch you cunt.&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(The gun will) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fix your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic teen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Your liver) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Seems so clean.&lt;br /&gt;Pornstar preps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(You can go) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fuck yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Goth vamp girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Wake up and) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Try this world.&lt;br /&gt;Stoner wannabe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Your memory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; Can't smoke me.&lt;br /&gt;Church man cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(You do know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Jesus has died.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cease,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Stereotyping) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;To live please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-5135365754151168019?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5135365754151168019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/stereotype-62104.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5135365754151168019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/5135365754151168019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/stereotype-62104.html' title='(Stereo)Type - 6/21/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4713233600087361382</id><published>2009-08-27T15:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:41:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - 6/15/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The "I love yous" ringing in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Are words that won't hurt if I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;The implied feelings I never did say,&lt;br /&gt;Became the hostility pushing us away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too stupid or too fucken shy,&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you, but I will not lie.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in those eyes I saw what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Just a reflection of me, without scar.&lt;br /&gt;When I promised to love for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;The oath was you would never hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;You've let me down, why am I decieved?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what you achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget the vows we exchanged?&lt;br /&gt;Did you fear to tell you were ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;Would the truth be so painful to tell?&lt;br /&gt;Must I love you forever dying in hell?&lt;br /&gt;I'm left here now just trying to find,&lt;br /&gt;A noose to calm me, for love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;Strings of my heart make up this rope,&lt;br /&gt;Frayed, cut and broken as is my hope.&lt;br /&gt;A lone string strong enough to hang on,&lt;br /&gt;To end one life that needs to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way for me to escape,&lt;br /&gt;This lifetime of love turned into hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4713233600087361382?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4713233600087361382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-61504.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4713233600087361382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4713233600087361382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-61504.html' title='Love - 6/15/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6818507872387716534</id><published>2009-08-27T15:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:40:41.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame - 6/9/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Slit wrists don't point blame,&lt;br /&gt;At a lack of success nor fame.&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame rock 'n roll,&lt;br /&gt;For rotting these wilted souls.&lt;br /&gt;Kids packing guns in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame music and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Children don't lose their hope,&lt;br /&gt;In fast cars and smoking dope.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody floors can never explain,&lt;br /&gt;Suicides only meant to end pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am strangling on my pity,&lt;br /&gt;Should I justify blaming only me,&lt;br /&gt;For the boy sitting here crying?&lt;br /&gt;I learned you weren't even trying.&lt;br /&gt;You choked hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Showing hate you can't even say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing touch as I turn blue,&lt;br /&gt;The only air I can gasp is you.&lt;br /&gt;I would blame those I lean on,&lt;br /&gt;But who listens once I am gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6818507872387716534?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6818507872387716534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blame-6904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6818507872387716534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6818507872387716534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blame-6904.html' title='Blame - 6/9/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3561327718944636254</id><published>2009-08-27T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:40:20.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really - 6/3/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;So is it really any wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;The only one crying for me is I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I really be so surprised,&lt;br /&gt;That you only talk to me in lies?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Of living my broken life in vain?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really some kind of blessing,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm being taught life's lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really bad enough to recieve,&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime filled with only grief?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to continue trying,&lt;br /&gt;To live this life only worth dying?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really wasting everyone's time,&lt;br /&gt;If I can't turn your water to wine?&lt;br /&gt;Could death really hurt any worse,&lt;br /&gt;If I could be peaceful in a Hearse?&lt;br /&gt;Would it really be a burden to hell,&lt;br /&gt;Having a soul Satan couldn't sell?&lt;br /&gt;So is it really any wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;The only one dying for me is I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3561327718944636254?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3561327718944636254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-6304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3561327718944636254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3561327718944636254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-6304.html' title='Really - 6/3/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3196101450743791226</id><published>2009-08-27T15:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:40:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss - 5/25/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Between those legs,&lt;br /&gt;My self-pride begs.&lt;br /&gt;Under those sheets,&lt;br /&gt;A cold heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;Give you the world,&lt;br /&gt;Can't give anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Take all your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Devour it in shame.&lt;br /&gt;Awaken to the kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Of sin on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;Cling to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;To tear mine apart.&lt;br /&gt;Push my life aside,&lt;br /&gt;Just wish I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;Deer in high beams,&lt;br /&gt;You come in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Just one step away,&lt;br /&gt;And good days fade.&lt;br /&gt;A gun hides in bed,&lt;br /&gt;Erase all you said.&lt;br /&gt;A trigger we shove,&lt;br /&gt;To erase this love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3196101450743791226?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3196101450743791226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-52504.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3196101450743791226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3196101450743791226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-52504.html' title='Kiss - 5/25/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6581797821263434570</id><published>2009-08-27T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:39:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 a.m. - 5/22/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Waking up starved, cold and poor,&lt;br /&gt;With a police officer at the door,&lt;br /&gt;For stealing a snack at the store,&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill stomachs empty and sore,&lt;br /&gt;Is this really what we live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring down at the floor in shame,&lt;br /&gt;Avoided by money, love and or fame,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for mercy that never came,&lt;br /&gt;The beast can no longer stay tame,&lt;br /&gt;Is there no one else left to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of laughter along the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Only I can suffer this final fall,&lt;br /&gt;As you're there still walking tall,&lt;br /&gt;Your insults drown my final call,&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know who I am at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road half asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Death can't feel too much more deep,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness could be a gift to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Watching loved ones pretend to weep,&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge, may I take the leap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven in the morning sitting alone,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings have been wasted not shown,&lt;br /&gt;Forget every material object I own,&lt;br /&gt;The bed is now made, the seeds sewn,&lt;br /&gt;Is it too hard to pick up the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two gunshots is all the town heard,&lt;br /&gt;Grief was nothing more then a word,&lt;br /&gt;Useless as a dead New York City bird,&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of downtown and Third,&lt;br /&gt;Is this happiness or is this absurd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6581797821263434570?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6581797821263434570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-am-52204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6581797821263434570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6581797821263434570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-am-52204.html' title='7 a.m. - 5/22/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6848011432318274588</id><published>2009-08-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:39:05.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag - 5/14/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;'In God We Trust' says the money,&lt;br /&gt;Does God really find this funny?&lt;br /&gt;Sand is filling the combat boots,&lt;br /&gt;Of men dying for American roots.&lt;br /&gt;Caskets under stars and stripes,&lt;br /&gt;Were real and meaningful lives.&lt;br /&gt;A head is being sent on a platter,&lt;br /&gt;But none of this seems to matter.&lt;br /&gt;No man should die for the US of A,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a country to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about boys with VD,&lt;br /&gt;Suicide for $19.95 'As Seen On TV',&lt;br /&gt;Censorship of an adult radio show,&lt;br /&gt;Role models in prison doing blow,&lt;br /&gt;Youths on trial over music taste,&lt;br /&gt;Cities turned into business waste,&lt;br /&gt;Brains exchanged for nuclear arms,&lt;br /&gt;Diseases abolishing cattle farms,&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline at a new all time high,&lt;br /&gt;And still the uncertainty to fly?&lt;br /&gt;How can a man give up all he has,&lt;br /&gt;To fight for our fucked up past?&lt;br /&gt;Red, white and blue is to blame,&lt;br /&gt;For humanity being put to shame.&lt;br /&gt;What has this flag done for thee?&lt;br /&gt;Tears douse the burning Old Glory,&lt;br /&gt;Praying God remembers to rescue,&lt;br /&gt;Men brave enough to die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6848011432318274588?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6848011432318274588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/flag-51404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6848011432318274588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6848011432318274588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/flag-51404.html' title='Flag - 5/14/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8747689012123095290</id><published>2009-08-27T15:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:37:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend - 5/3/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My life can't be the bedtime fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ever being the reason you fail.&lt;br /&gt;I only ask for you to be here by my side,&lt;br /&gt;You are not worth any tears I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you more then you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Those are feelings I'm urged not to show.&lt;br /&gt;You're well aware of as you rip me apart,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot replace you inside of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It requires a friend and not just a man,&lt;br /&gt;To keep the gun out of reach from my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you better then myself,&lt;br /&gt;But you turn your back if I ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;All of my scars from you are hid inside,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would be best for you if I died.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling I'll never feel again,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're unwilling to be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8747689012123095290?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8747689012123095290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-5304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8747689012123095290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8747689012123095290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-5304.html' title='Friend - 5/3/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1312434673671734049</id><published>2009-08-27T15:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:37:42.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate - 4/22/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You don't want anyone to get too close,&lt;br /&gt;You're living a life that nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;It took four months of a baby within,&lt;br /&gt;To admit you're not really a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty is all you've ever wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;Your shallowness some will never see.&lt;br /&gt;The bumpy road you have made me steer,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me only pray you will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a state you have never felt,&lt;br /&gt;So don't go punching me below the belt.&lt;br /&gt;We should all be so fucken unfortunate,&lt;br /&gt;To live your carefree life of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;You're only a fucken worthless bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Who measures how to love by the inch.&lt;br /&gt;SUck that dick until his money is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choke on that dick you're on.&lt;br /&gt;You are a girl hiding behind sunglasses,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in some dream world as life passes.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will put your dream to an end,&lt;br /&gt;To love you as you loved me dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1312434673671734049?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1312434673671734049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/unfortunate-42204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1312434673671734049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1312434673671734049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/unfortunate-42204.html' title='Unfortunate - 4/22/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8307304877919293493</id><published>2009-08-27T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:37:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy - 4/11/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Much too beautiful to waste your time,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you was my punishing crime.&lt;br /&gt;I should've learned better then trying,&lt;br /&gt;But you're surely not worth any crying.&lt;br /&gt;No feelings shown if I could act sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You are cold, emotionless, rotten meat.&lt;br /&gt;I wished to be worthy of such a goddess,&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish no one has to ever feel this.&lt;br /&gt;Should I be aroused by some kinky whore?&lt;br /&gt;Sluts like you are behind any hotel door,&lt;br /&gt;No I probably won't ever find somebody new,&lt;br /&gt;I'll waste life before I waste love on you.&lt;br /&gt;When I held you closer, you squirmed away,&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough for what I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll feel so shameless and low,&lt;br /&gt;You'll depend on my hands to never let go.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pull you into my misery forever,&lt;br /&gt;So one day we can meet again at eye level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8307304877919293493?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8307304877919293493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthy-41104.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8307304877919293493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8307304877919293493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthy-41104.html' title='Worthy - 4/11/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6289675327560040507</id><published>2009-08-27T15:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:36:58.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife - 4/10/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I've dealt with the misery for this long,&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away so the bad will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me they love me before I go,&lt;br /&gt;Unleash the heart I've never got to show.&lt;br /&gt;You told me you weren't like most people,&lt;br /&gt;As you pray for wealth under the steeple.&lt;br /&gt;A different person would pray for my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Instead you shoveled my way into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the afterlife could bring some joy,&lt;br /&gt;To this beat up, picked on, hurting boy.&lt;br /&gt;May I spend some time in a cemetary plot,&lt;br /&gt;Lying next to the only friend I've got?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you taken her away from me again?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love you are meant to send?&lt;br /&gt;Will I know if you're crying out of grief,&lt;br /&gt;Rather then an emotional sigh of relief?&lt;br /&gt;When I've passed don't say a single word,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember this as thanks to your Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Will this be my oppurtunity to get sleep?&lt;br /&gt;As I fade from the memories you all keep.&lt;br /&gt;Please reincarnate me as a little more,&lt;br /&gt;Then society's shit washed up to shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6289675327560040507?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6289675327560040507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/afterlife-41004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6289675327560040507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6289675327560040507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/afterlife-41004.html' title='Afterlife - 4/10/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3618841470531199887</id><published>2009-08-27T15:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:36:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitter - 3/22/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I don't have the knowledge how,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd just end this life now,&lt;br /&gt;And blow myself to fucken hell,&lt;br /&gt;You can have this empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever go unknown by man,&lt;br /&gt;As a quitter with gun in hand.&lt;br /&gt;But I was told to keep trying,&lt;br /&gt;Even if living is worth dying.&lt;br /&gt;I can load the gun by myself,&lt;br /&gt;If you'll lend me some help.&lt;br /&gt;Steal this pain I call a life.&lt;br /&gt;Turn all my wrong doings right.&lt;br /&gt;Toss me in the deepest oceans,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the lamb to your sins.&lt;br /&gt;Drown me and leave me to decay,&lt;br /&gt;In memories I will never stay.&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me cut my wrists,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;My death is acceptable to all,&lt;br /&gt;If someone else takes the fall.&lt;br /&gt;This is an evil fucking world,&lt;br /&gt;Take it and show me your Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You can kill me albeit bitter,&lt;br /&gt;And show that I'm not a quitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3618841470531199887?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3618841470531199887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/quitter-32204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3618841470531199887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3618841470531199887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/quitter-32204.html' title='Quitter - 3/22/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6177589313426154192</id><published>2009-08-27T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:36:16.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bells - 3/8/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Every Sunday you sit in wooden seats,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to adore God and his feats.&lt;br /&gt;Parents cry for mercy on their souls.&lt;br /&gt;Kids pray for Christmas without coals.&lt;br /&gt;Priests linking you to the almighty one,&lt;br /&gt;Are accused of fucking your beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;High society can worship on its knees,&lt;br /&gt;Praying that its mistakes no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;A teen asleep will soon take her life,&lt;br /&gt;And another man has just shot his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Yet most faithful men have never said,&lt;br /&gt;They're reconciling failed lives led.&lt;br /&gt;If the good people only attended mass,&lt;br /&gt;Empty would be the cash plates you pass.&lt;br /&gt;Faces that should soon be seen in hell,&lt;br /&gt;Are masked by the ring of a church bell.&lt;br /&gt;Fold bloody hands and portray you pray,&lt;br /&gt;No prayer can wipe the conscience away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6177589313426154192?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6177589313426154192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/church-bells-3804.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6177589313426154192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6177589313426154192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/church-bells-3804.html' title='Church Bells - 3/8/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1017965372610931663</id><published>2009-08-27T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:35:52.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Scenes - 1/19/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I gazed out my bedroom window to see,&lt;br /&gt;The remnants of once beautiful trees.&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the grass formerly green,&lt;br /&gt;I realized nature is smog we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Population puts sewage in our ocean,&lt;br /&gt;We kill ten fish per flushing motion.&lt;br /&gt;We can't drink our own water anymore,&lt;br /&gt;What do we hate enviromentalists for?&lt;br /&gt;Presidents sacrifice animals at will,&lt;br /&gt;On a powertrip of what they can kill.&lt;br /&gt;As animals migrate South near Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;What I recognized gave me the chills.&lt;br /&gt;Scenic beauty in this country is gone.&lt;br /&gt;We traded natural joys for pollution.&lt;br /&gt;The fuzzy animals once loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;Have been accidentally turned to dust.&lt;br /&gt;The sun and moon are all we have here.&lt;br /&gt;Since we destroyed what we hold dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1017965372610931663?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1017965372610931663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/nature-scenes-11904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1017965372610931663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1017965372610931663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/nature-scenes-11904.html' title='Nature Scenes - 1/19/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8733465315969057846</id><published>2009-08-27T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:35:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved - 3/3/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Long legs wide open she bears,&lt;br /&gt;Her past still matted in hairs.&lt;br /&gt;Wide hips she will gently sway,&lt;br /&gt;As her future is thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Luscious lips exclaim the lies,&lt;br /&gt;And her reputation slowly dies.&lt;br /&gt;A sexy girl dressed like trash,&lt;br /&gt;Wastes her life only for cash.&lt;br /&gt;Tempting eyes lure the men in,&lt;br /&gt;To savor nothing but her skin.&lt;br /&gt;Makeup applied for the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Hid are feelings she now keeps.&lt;br /&gt;All men just wanted to get laid,&lt;br /&gt;She's not happy just being paid.&lt;br /&gt;Her gentle caress of long nails,&lt;br /&gt;Rekindles the rumors and tales.&lt;br /&gt;A broken girl puts it to an end,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever hurt her again.&lt;br /&gt;Her passionate side never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Although that's all she dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;Giving up the body she flaunted,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling loved was all she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8733465315969057846?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8733465315969057846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/unloved-3304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8733465315969057846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8733465315969057846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/unloved-3304.html' title='Unloved - 3/3/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8816980379463821179</id><published>2009-08-27T15:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:35:13.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect - 2/29/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You want me to have a heart of gold,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to have looks so bold,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be cute and witty,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to smell good and pretty,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be the center of hype,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be a STEREOTYPE.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to have a body of steel,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to pretend I can't feel,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to make other girls sigh,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to hold my head up high,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be a puppet on wires,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be ADMIRED.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to have some sexy hair,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to give adoring stares,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be porn star material,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be your lone inferior,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to boil under the surface,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to show off to friends,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to style the new trends,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be your sex slave,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be so fucken grave?&lt;br /&gt;You want me to take all of the blame,&lt;br /&gt;You want me to KILL MYSELF IN SHAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8816980379463821179?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8816980379463821179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-22904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8816980379463821179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8816980379463821179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-22904.html' title='Perfect - 2/29/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-615001904256893793</id><published>2009-08-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:34:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered - 2/24/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shattered is the motivations I strive.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the dream keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the sound of all my cries.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the reflection in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the mirror staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the lost child in it I see.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the soul hid behind skin.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the heart floating within.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the family in the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the acquaintances we sew.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the house where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the town holding its land.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the economy we depended on.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the hopes we had now gone.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the state ruling the town.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the country stumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the President on our news.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the military we must lose.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the world so be thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered is the future you've killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-615001904256893793?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/615001904256893793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/shattered-22404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/615001904256893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/615001904256893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/shattered-22404.html' title='Shattered - 2/24/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7991637561066227387</id><published>2009-08-27T15:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:34:08.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They - 2/15/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;They say you have a lot to live for kid.&lt;br /&gt;They say you keep all your feelings hid.&lt;br /&gt;They think you go to sleep smiling, yea.&lt;br /&gt;They think you have someone to call dad.&lt;br /&gt;They tell you life is not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;They tell you bad shit is only in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;They believe their words don't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;They believe your dreams won't come true.&lt;br /&gt;They pray for the material shit in life.&lt;br /&gt;They pray you'll learn to use that knife.&lt;br /&gt;They spit on you due to a troubled past.&lt;br /&gt;They spit on you because they judge fast.&lt;br /&gt;They kick you for being yourself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They kick because you're not their whore.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh because they have had success.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh because you have so much less.&lt;br /&gt;They convince you things will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;They convince you this tunnel has light.&lt;br /&gt;They promise to always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;They promise that they have never lied.&lt;br /&gt;They want you to look at all you cherish.&lt;br /&gt;They want you to suffer until you perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7991637561066227387?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7991637561066227387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-21504.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7991637561066227387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7991637561066227387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-21504.html' title='They - 2/15/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6927596011169296489</id><published>2009-08-27T15:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:33:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep - 2/12/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Too silenced to yell,&lt;br /&gt;About living in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Can't begin to tell,&lt;br /&gt;Where happiness fell.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my own cell,&lt;br /&gt;I am a broken shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying will not wait,&lt;br /&gt;You became my fate.&lt;br /&gt;A stuggle with hate,&lt;br /&gt;On any given date,&lt;br /&gt;Dying for my mate.&lt;br /&gt;Love was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single try,&lt;br /&gt;I am urged to die.&lt;br /&gt;What I'd do to fly,&lt;br /&gt;And kiss you goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;You have ran me dry,&lt;br /&gt;In hell we will fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body wears thin,&lt;br /&gt;So ugly under skin.&lt;br /&gt;Insanity is my twin,&lt;br /&gt;He is my lone kin.&lt;br /&gt;As my emotions spin,&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me to your heap,&lt;br /&gt;As one of the sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Loving me skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;The sins that I weep,&lt;br /&gt;Is each lie you keep,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6927596011169296489?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6927596011169296489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/skin-deep-21204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6927596011169296489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6927596011169296489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/skin-deep-21204.html' title='Skin Deep - 2/12/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4432334690795275803</id><published>2009-08-27T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:33:14.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways To Die - 2/9/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Hanging from a tree,&lt;br /&gt;You wish it was me.&lt;br /&gt;Gunshot to the head,&lt;br /&gt;You're happy I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;Knife into the heart,&lt;br /&gt;We are better apart.&lt;br /&gt;Rope around the throat,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy seeing me choke.&lt;br /&gt;Having a fucken ball,&lt;br /&gt;Body full of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;A needle hiding pain,&lt;br /&gt;My face gone to shame.&lt;br /&gt;Poison in the dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Do punish this sinner.&lt;br /&gt;Suffocate in a sheet,&lt;br /&gt;My corpse is dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;Drown in my own blood,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me I'm loved.&lt;br /&gt;Tons of ways to die,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4432334690795275803?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4432334690795275803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ways-to-die-2904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4432334690795275803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4432334690795275803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ways-to-die-2904.html' title='Ways To Die - 2/9/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2674340223705545699</id><published>2009-08-27T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:32:52.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes White Lies - 2/6/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You were the reason that made me try,&lt;br /&gt;Now you motivate me I just need to die.&lt;br /&gt;The gun is to my head every waking day,&lt;br /&gt;I have heard every lie there is to say.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for more in life is the goal,&lt;br /&gt;Disposed is my life as well as my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I can't love you if I don't love myself,&lt;br /&gt;You can't love me out of a lack of help.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for reasons I'm told,&lt;br /&gt;There is no evidence of such I can hold.&lt;br /&gt;To live this life, all I can do is try,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is my life's little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like misery has me hand-picked,&lt;br /&gt;Would I be happier as some drug addict?&lt;br /&gt;If life is really just full of deja vu,&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve this suffering times two?&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the misery I've sustained,&lt;br /&gt;With many enemies and few friends gained,&lt;br /&gt;I look deep in a shallow future and pray,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life won't be fucked up this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2674340223705545699?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2674340223705545699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-white-lies-2604.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2674340223705545699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2674340223705545699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-white-lies-2604.html' title='Lifes White Lies - 2/6/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8864355429920417034</id><published>2009-08-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:32:26.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fall - 2/3/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The only part of me still alive is livid,&lt;br /&gt;As visions of me free falling are vivid.&lt;br /&gt;My feet teeter near the brink of death,&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is cringe and hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Losing my balance, I prayed I was loved.&lt;br /&gt;I looked for those helping hands above.&lt;br /&gt;But the ground neared at an amazing pace,&lt;br /&gt;And those who loved me spat in my face.&lt;br /&gt;My peers all stood on the street in awe,&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling as I suffered the final fall.&lt;br /&gt;The few who claimed to care didn't blink,&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I have no sentiment to sink.&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone say I can't be bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;For I don't have a heart inside beating.&lt;br /&gt;You stole the wings I needed to survive,&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with me dead then alive.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd around me disappeared in line,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a helpless boy forgotten in time.&lt;br /&gt;I thought as they left I got in a scream,&lt;br /&gt;But no one listens in life or in a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8864355429920417034?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8864355429920417034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-fall-2304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8864355429920417034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8864355429920417034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-fall-2304.html' title='Free Fall - 2/3/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1617558346718000997</id><published>2009-08-27T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:31:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair - 1/25/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;As the stainless steel knife glistens,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody that supposedly cares listens.&lt;br /&gt;As adversaries dug clawing fangs in,&lt;br /&gt;Doubts set in on where not to begin.&lt;br /&gt;As the nerves break down from shaking,&lt;br /&gt;The body and soul are slowly breaking.&lt;br /&gt;As the confidence lies beyond repair,&lt;br /&gt;A wandering mind must live in despair.&lt;br /&gt;As the weapon caresses hurt body parts,&lt;br /&gt;It does not care about broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;As the clock ticks down the final hour,&lt;br /&gt;All this dying mortal can do is cower.&lt;br /&gt;As the flesh opens up to bear it all,&lt;br /&gt;Blood makes its stream in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;As the funeral day draws even nearer,&lt;br /&gt;Internal pain starts feeling queerer.&lt;br /&gt;As the smile accumulates on the face,&lt;br /&gt;It realized every minute was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;As the skin turns slightly more pale,&lt;br /&gt;The brain learned what it is to fail.&lt;br /&gt;As pain and suffering has diminished,&lt;br /&gt;Life became splendid when it finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1617558346718000997?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1617558346718000997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/despair-12504.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1617558346718000997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1617558346718000997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/despair-12504.html' title='Despair - 1/25/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6091155652855051735</id><published>2009-08-27T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:30:44.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voodoo Doll - 1/24/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Another needle pokes deep in my skin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a voodoo doll pushing my own pins.&lt;br /&gt;My blood weeps through my skin pores,&lt;br /&gt;Distraught by relations with whores.&lt;br /&gt;Making me miserable is not the goal,&lt;br /&gt;But what else do I have to live for?&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your pain to give to me,&lt;br /&gt;You think this is what I really need.&lt;br /&gt;My faith is all lost in a dense fog,&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I feel disowned by my God.&lt;br /&gt;What reason is there to see tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will I drown in mine or your sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we have to fight,&lt;br /&gt;If you already know I'm never right?&lt;br /&gt;Restore life to those in hells' line.&lt;br /&gt;Gather their misery and make it mine.&lt;br /&gt;These years wasted in an empty home,&lt;br /&gt;Were meant to prove I will die alone.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if I would be happier dead?&lt;br /&gt;Death is just illusions in our head.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding from a final emotional scab,&lt;br /&gt;This voodoo doll dies from the stab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6091155652855051735?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6091155652855051735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/voodoo-doll-12404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6091155652855051735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6091155652855051735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/voodoo-doll-12404.html' title='Voodoo Doll - 1/24/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3468680689883229535</id><published>2009-08-27T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:30:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martyr To Love - 1/18/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You say you love me so kill me now,&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve my pain, fear, and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a martyr to what's right.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me as putting up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;You have the heart to drag me down,&lt;br /&gt;Have the courage to let me drown.&lt;br /&gt;Point the gun from trembling hands,&lt;br /&gt;Aim at me and tell me your demands.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything if you'll end it.&lt;br /&gt;Dying in your company is only fit.&lt;br /&gt;While trying to remember the good,&lt;br /&gt;My recollection was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;A hope of life is all you left me,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my soul have eyes to see?&lt;br /&gt;I once had everything in my grasp,&lt;br /&gt;But I failed then and let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve any of the blame,&lt;br /&gt;Although you did put me to shame.&lt;br /&gt;You're just another heartbreaker,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm another fucked up taker.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault thinking you cared,&lt;br /&gt;And for these feelings I've shared.&lt;br /&gt;Your bloody hands hurt me not you,&lt;br /&gt;As I die I'll say I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3468680689883229535?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3468680689883229535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/martyr-to-love-11804.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3468680689883229535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3468680689883229535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/martyr-to-love-11804.html' title='Martyr To Love - 1/18/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8896853721827679514</id><published>2009-08-27T15:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:29:00.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Need - 1/18/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I don't need to slit my wrists to feel,&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness around this hollow heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the drugs to help me heal.&lt;br /&gt;All they do is tear me further apart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to drown in your sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;My own problems pull me under slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your shoulder to borrow,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden are the tears that are flowing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be happy on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;For you find ways to fuck it up again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the bribes you put forth,&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings I only beg you to send.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to feel I'm loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;So leave me out of your fucken game.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need sorries for what you do,&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't ever repeat my name.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need life to be handed to me,&lt;br /&gt;A fair chance to live is all I need,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need my withering eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you let me do is bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8896853721827679514?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8896853721827679514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-need-11804.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8896853721827679514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8896853721827679514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-need-11804.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need - 1/18/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4624184627096531907</id><published>2009-08-27T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:28:42.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Hate - 1/16/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;All of your lies are sensationalized,&lt;br /&gt;Your life is completely dramatized.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems ugly on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;For your shallowness is your bliss.&lt;br /&gt;No one's worthy for you to love true,&lt;br /&gt;Unless you think they're sexy to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are just a storefront reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Being tugged at from every direction.&lt;br /&gt;Popularity comes in a leather dress.&lt;br /&gt;Dignity is erased by monetary excess.&lt;br /&gt;No one will even remember your name,&lt;br /&gt;You are a stat to a manwhores fame.&lt;br /&gt;If you saw yourself you would scream,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe this is just a bad dream?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hurting your precious sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay unique so I won't be liked.&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the acting so we can all see,&lt;br /&gt;Just how ugly you pretend not to be.&lt;br /&gt;Unpopular kids are shit in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are, you're dead in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4624184627096531907?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4624184627096531907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-hate-11604.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4624184627096531907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4624184627096531907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-hate-11604.html' title='Eye Hate - 1/16/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8773502679301050215</id><published>2009-08-27T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:28:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever? - 1/9/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have you ever been in my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;And didn't have a life to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are you to insult?&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your corner and sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lived in a truck,&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one gave a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Ever pawned your shit to pay rent,&lt;br /&gt;And used a bottle of Jack to vent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever starved for a week,&lt;br /&gt;And unemployment was all you keep?&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Fig Newtons every meal,&lt;br /&gt;And saw Wendy's isn't a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to hitch a ride,&lt;br /&gt;Then just lower your head and cry?&lt;br /&gt;Ever came home to find no power,&lt;br /&gt;And no heat for your cold shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hung the laundry up,&lt;br /&gt;After washing it in the bathtub?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been too stressed to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're in debt so deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;And didn't have a life to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are you to insult?&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your corner and sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8773502679301050215?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8773502679301050215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-1904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8773502679301050215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8773502679301050215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-1904.html' title='Have You Ever? - 1/9/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-6941050952456139851</id><published>2009-08-27T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:27:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written In Blood - 1/6/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Everytime I get pushed to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I know you wouldn't have backed down.&lt;br /&gt;To see you again I'd throw life away,&lt;br /&gt;But you motivate me to see sun today.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me nothing is as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;And showed us all what a life means.&lt;br /&gt;Each guitar note reminds me of you,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you loved me back too.&lt;br /&gt;I know if you were here right now,&lt;br /&gt;You would have never turned me out.&lt;br /&gt;The old six string whines your name,&lt;br /&gt;While I scream God's name in vein.&lt;br /&gt;What God has the heart to do this?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't it be me on his list?&lt;br /&gt;You should be worshipped from above,&lt;br /&gt;But your feats were written in blood.&lt;br /&gt;In eighteen years of built up hate,&lt;br /&gt;I learned helping a life can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I met you a little too late,&lt;br /&gt;When you needed my help you met fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-6941050952456139851?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6941050952456139851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/written-in-blood-1604.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6941050952456139851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/6941050952456139851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/written-in-blood-1604.html' title='Written In Blood - 1/6/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7403992676397991804</id><published>2009-08-27T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:26:34.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth Life - 1/4/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's hard trying to live the goth life.&lt;br /&gt;You like teasing veins with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Preps are conformists you laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh back at you without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;You think living is all about dying,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be worth living if you're trying.&lt;br /&gt;Your group finds cutters to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Sane people surely call you a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allan is rolling in his grave,&lt;br /&gt;At how people can abuse the Poe name.&lt;br /&gt;Too much makeup marks your arrival,&lt;br /&gt;Cuts on your arms signifies survival.&lt;br /&gt;Music loses its sense of originality,&lt;br /&gt;It only pacifies the goth mentality.&lt;br /&gt;You're from a strict Catholic house,&lt;br /&gt;But Satan is the man in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Big news is a piercing in a new spot.&lt;br /&gt;Your futures are pissed down the pot.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard forgetting the goth life.&lt;br /&gt;In ten years you'll be a preps' wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7403992676397991804?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7403992676397991804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/goth-life-1404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7403992676397991804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7403992676397991804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/goth-life-1404.html' title='Goth Life - 1/4/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-888773053821946755</id><published>2009-08-27T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:25:31.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Nation - 1/3/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Our National colors turned to camo.&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is nothing compared to ammo.&lt;br /&gt;We start a war every couple decades,&lt;br /&gt;To lower population along with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to be fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;Other then being the center of a war.&lt;br /&gt;Not an American citizen will rebel.&lt;br /&gt;They're all afraid of going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Send working men and women overseas,&lt;br /&gt;So Mexicans have jobs as they please.&lt;br /&gt;All our money floating in the banks,&lt;br /&gt;Is invested in billion dollar tanks.&lt;br /&gt;The fate of hundreds is in a grenade,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the reason youth has it made?&lt;br /&gt;"One nation under God" is our claim,&lt;br /&gt;So does that say God is who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;It's morally okay fighting for cause,&lt;br /&gt;George Bush just needs the applause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-888773053821946755?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/888773053821946755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-nation-1304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/888773053821946755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/888773053821946755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-nation-1304.html' title='Our Nation - 1/3/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-8662485468954911229</id><published>2009-08-27T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:25:08.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Fake Life - 1/2/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Life hurts like the needle in your arm,&lt;br /&gt;But I like seeing you do yourself harm.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fake like your silicone tits,&lt;br /&gt;That's why you or it aren't worth a shit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is scripted like a Broadway play,&lt;br /&gt;So I am trapped in an exitless maze.&lt;br /&gt;Life is deadly like carbon monoxide,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dead you'll have never cried.&lt;br /&gt;Life claws at me like your fake nails,&lt;br /&gt;So my skin bleeds when my heart fails.&lt;br /&gt;Life is everclear eating at my veins,&lt;br /&gt;But the next morning I still feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;Life opens its legs at will like you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be fucked before I'm through.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks like the straw in your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you come out smelling like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game of Monopoly cheated on,&lt;br /&gt;So you leave me when my money is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Life is shit since my pride is ruined,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all of your fucking doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-8662485468954911229?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8662485468954911229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-fake-life-1204.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8662485468954911229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/8662485468954911229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-fake-life-1204.html' title='This Fake Life - 1/2/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-3642272465927622068</id><published>2009-08-27T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:24:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - 1/1/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My notion is that I should be dead,&lt;br /&gt;And I should disregard all you said.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another year has passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still wondering why I try.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is too fucked to scream,&lt;br /&gt;That this world I know failed me.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just manufactured and fake,&lt;br /&gt;If I can enjoy it, it's money made.&lt;br /&gt;You're not here for me when I need,&lt;br /&gt;But you love helping my heart bleed.&lt;br /&gt;I have made myself a very short list,&lt;br /&gt;This new year I can promise you this:&lt;br /&gt;I'll have some morals and discipline,&lt;br /&gt;I won't live a life of lies and sin,&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone good to live for,&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn into a degrading whore,&lt;br /&gt;I'll treat people how I am treated,&lt;br /&gt;I won't curl up and be defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more then some easy screw,&lt;br /&gt;Which means I'm different then you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-3642272465927622068?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3642272465927622068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-year-1104.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3642272465927622068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/3642272465927622068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-year-1104.html' title='New Year - 1/1/04'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4069283399555952828</id><published>2009-08-23T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:07:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt - 12/28/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sex is all I've heard for days,&lt;br /&gt;As another friendship now fades.&lt;br /&gt;You are the millionth to claim,&lt;br /&gt;You love this face hid in shame.&lt;br /&gt;Test your limits on my dead heart,&lt;br /&gt;To tear a bad relationship apart.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to see exactly how far,&lt;br /&gt;You can pour the salt in my scar.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me when you dial the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that you're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell the boyfriend about us,&lt;br /&gt;You can only fake feelings of lust.&lt;br /&gt;Your halo is as fake as my smile,&lt;br /&gt;Accept being a whore, fuck denial.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any future to long,&lt;br /&gt;Nor a past or present to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;As you find a way for me to melt,&lt;br /&gt;I always end up killing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4069283399555952828?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4069283399555952828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/melt-122803.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4069283399555952828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4069283399555952828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/melt-122803.html' title='Melt - 12/28/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1122516382153200637</id><published>2009-08-23T20:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:06:52.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carol - 12/20/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's the happiest time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Where I cry out for loved ones near.&lt;br /&gt;It's that hopeless holiday I dread.&lt;br /&gt;The season for you to wish me dead.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to sing the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;But with the lies I can't hear it.&lt;br /&gt;It's everyone's excuse to go shop.&lt;br /&gt;And I sit dreaming I'm forgotten not.&lt;br /&gt;It's when I'm given the one shit box,&lt;br /&gt;That I disown so it can sit and rot.&lt;br /&gt;It's about families' homemade dinner,&lt;br /&gt;As I'll sit starving getting thinner.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to decorate a dying tree.&lt;br /&gt;That you spend more time on then me.&lt;br /&gt;It's leaving out cookies and milk,&lt;br /&gt;Until the truth of Santa is spilled.&lt;br /&gt;It's where you kiss under missletoe,&lt;br /&gt;And I spend yet another year alone.&lt;br /&gt;It's hairfuls of tinsel and glitter,&lt;br /&gt;To flush Christmas down the shitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1122516382153200637?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1122516382153200637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-carol-122003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1122516382153200637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1122516382153200637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-carol-122003.html' title='Christmas Carol - 12/20/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4508546279077335310</id><published>2009-08-23T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:06:22.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs - 12/20/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Another moment of life will lapse.&lt;br /&gt;We all need a way for it not to pass.&lt;br /&gt;How do we prove something strange?&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture to resist our change.&lt;br /&gt;All of the acids in just a single lab,&lt;br /&gt;Let me grasp what I can never have.&lt;br /&gt;My camera and I make one last stand.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with smiles are in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the joyful shots be of me?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;When I am dead how else do I pass on,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone else around me is gone?&lt;br /&gt;A camera is the only way to prove,&lt;br /&gt;An entire life I lived just to lose.&lt;br /&gt;You take pictures of the good times,&lt;br /&gt;All I can keep are the moral crimes.&lt;br /&gt;Photos more then words can hold up,&lt;br /&gt;Since we can't trust those we love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loved for nothing one day,&lt;br /&gt;I wish Kodaks weren't the only way.&lt;br /&gt;Without pictures you could forget,&lt;br /&gt;That my impression was ever left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4508546279077335310?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4508546279077335310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/photographs-122003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4508546279077335310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4508546279077335310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/photographs-122003.html' title='Photographs - 12/20/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2093958132528478773</id><published>2009-08-23T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:05:51.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scab On My Heart - 12/19/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You are the peeling scab on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You are the coke addicition I start.&lt;br /&gt;You are the cancer tumor in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;You are the high voltage in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You are the drivers' fifteenth beer.&lt;br /&gt;You are the car that will not steer.&lt;br /&gt;You are the AIDS left on the syringe.&lt;br /&gt;You are the three week heroin binge.&lt;br /&gt;You are the razor stuck in my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;You are the blade clenched in a fist.&lt;br /&gt;You are the pool of blood I drown in.&lt;br /&gt;You are the guillotine I watch open.&lt;br /&gt;You are the cancer eating each lung.&lt;br /&gt;You are the rope from which I'm hung.&lt;br /&gt;You are the pistol forced in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;You are the seatbelt's broken strands.&lt;br /&gt;You are the tractor that ran the red.&lt;br /&gt;You are the shotgun wound in my head.&lt;br /&gt;You are the gasoline burning the room.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only culprit for my tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2093958132528478773?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2093958132528478773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/scab-on-my-heart-121903.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2093958132528478773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2093958132528478773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/scab-on-my-heart-121903.html' title='Scab On My Heart - 12/19/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-9054992622442395824</id><published>2009-08-23T20:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:05:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle - 12/17/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'd do anything to bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ever change the past.&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts you more then me.&lt;br /&gt;But you have a future you gotta see.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me to see the drugs you do.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see from the outsider view.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you have to die as well.&lt;br /&gt;It rings an all too familiar bell.&lt;br /&gt;Back when your brother passed away,&lt;br /&gt;We knew all the words he would say.&lt;br /&gt;He told Brittany not to ever quit.&lt;br /&gt;And dammit she never willingly did.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's gone and she'd say it too.&lt;br /&gt;But the only one left to tell is you.&lt;br /&gt;You can't always think you're next.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on to tell they were the best.&lt;br /&gt;Don't piss away such a precious soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are what all parents work for.&lt;br /&gt;The best hands guard you in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;All that we ask is that you'll just try.&lt;br /&gt;Live the life taken from them young.&lt;br /&gt;It's all they wanted you to have done.&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;These are the struggles life makes.&lt;br /&gt;Her guitar rings out a final sound.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want her baby sister down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-9054992622442395824?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/9054992622442395824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/struggle-121703.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/9054992622442395824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/9054992622442395824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/struggle-121703.html' title='Struggle - 12/17/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-1945915084106950901</id><published>2009-08-23T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:04:40.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly - 12/11/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Rip the studs out of your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Listen and deal with your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Take the chains off your chest.&lt;br /&gt;Impress them now like you do best.&lt;br /&gt;Break the watch that keeps time.&lt;br /&gt;It's not offended by your crime.&lt;br /&gt;Junk all the rings on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll sink to our demands.&lt;br /&gt;I feel all that you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly under the jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change out of the pretty dress.&lt;br /&gt;It won't hide all of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;Kick off those expensive heels.&lt;br /&gt;They don't feed your kid meals.&lt;br /&gt;Just burn every single blouse.&lt;br /&gt;It could mend your broken house.&lt;br /&gt;Sell all the fucking fishnets.&lt;br /&gt;Then you can pay for your debts.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your shit under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly under the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase the pencil from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Expose the fear you make it hide.&lt;br /&gt;Take all the colors off your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Vomit again to make yourself proud.&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that mascara off your face.&lt;br /&gt;Now the streets can scream disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;You need blush to hide dead skin.&lt;br /&gt;It won't hide a heart paper thin.&lt;br /&gt;I see that you're still fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly under the makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-1945915084106950901?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1945915084106950901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugly-121103.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1945915084106950901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/1945915084106950901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugly-121103.html' title='Ugly - 12/11/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7191640545300946343</id><published>2009-08-23T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:04:00.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away - 12/10/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Look for the people that claim to care.&lt;br /&gt;Don't this gun and I make a cute pair?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my love for someone get severed.&lt;br /&gt;May I die to be with Brittany forever?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart and see that I try.&lt;br /&gt;How many ways do you want me to die?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this family forget I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind if the poison and I vibe?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my future being taken from me.&lt;br /&gt;If I use this rope will you let me be?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the abuse I have to withstand.&lt;br /&gt;Am I allowed to speed up God's plans?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my health run down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a bottle to drown my pain?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them wishing that I drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;Would you too like a hole in my head?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what was the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Will the blade show me what life means?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my head and recall the past.&lt;br /&gt;Should I end it all with one blast?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my feelings you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know this is because of you?&lt;br /&gt;Was this such a fun game to play?&lt;br /&gt;Will this not affect your life today?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make these emotions fade.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can no longer walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7191640545300946343?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7191640545300946343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-away-121003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7191640545300946343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7191640545300946343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-away-121003.html' title='Walk Away - 12/10/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2638282468307619786</id><published>2009-08-23T20:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:03:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper Suicide - 12/7/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Another Tragedy" the paper reads.&lt;br /&gt;The pain he felt no one ever sees.&lt;br /&gt;'Fuck You World' he slowly hissed.&lt;br /&gt;Front page says he will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;The tears soaked on smear the ink.&lt;br /&gt;He needed your love, not a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;Reporters say the gun needed hid.&lt;br /&gt;At eighteen he's no longer a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Typed in bold lays his only desire.&lt;br /&gt;"His face always showed a smile."&lt;br /&gt;All the shit was fed to the towns.&lt;br /&gt;They'll never recognize his frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Obituaries said who got left behind.&lt;br /&gt;A gun showed the joy he got to find.&lt;br /&gt;He just had to see how love felt.&lt;br /&gt;Now love is in lies the paper dealt.&lt;br /&gt;The article must be fed to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So they can be pitied for their son.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures let you pretend you care.&lt;br /&gt;After it all, you were never there.&lt;br /&gt;You walk on the blood stained floor.&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow's news is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later he's lost in a book.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's worthy of a second look.&lt;br /&gt;Faded and torn rests the old news.&lt;br /&gt;He was never alive for you to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2638282468307619786?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2638282468307619786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/newspaper-suicide-12703.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2638282468307619786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2638282468307619786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/newspaper-suicide-12703.html' title='Newspaper Suicide - 12/7/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-4320101266972716807</id><published>2009-08-23T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:02:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slut - 12/2/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Make me a lover you kiss and bite.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a beautiful whore at night.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a slut of wealth and greed.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a whore your fantasies need.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a one night stand to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a parent to be in your debt.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a secret to love untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a wasted life just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me a sex partner you will hide.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a victim to stand your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a toy for all your desires.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a God to light your fires.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a statue for your staring.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a tease yet still daring.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a secret to love untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a fashion just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me a sex call you treat royal.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a hooker that remains loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a cheat to fuck them all.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a tramp to aid your fall.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a moron misguided by lust.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a memory covered in dust.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a secret to love untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a scumbag just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-4320101266972716807?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4320101266972716807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/slut-12203.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4320101266972716807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/4320101266972716807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/slut-12203.html' title='Slut - 12/2/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-905308276603003475</id><published>2009-08-23T20:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:02:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected - 11/25/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Slap me in the face, pull it away.&lt;br /&gt;Curse me to hell, deny all you say.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to die, say it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;Replace me, say it's not through.&lt;br /&gt;Take all I have, still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Destroy my name, say luck's tough.&lt;br /&gt;Claim to love me, but hate my guts,&lt;br /&gt;Try to help, you declare me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Lend a hand, say it's too frail.&lt;br /&gt;Tell a secret, use it as blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me, calling me the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Abuse me, your friends find it fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ask for help, to call me a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Degrade me, expect a smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, but need advice.&lt;br /&gt;Attempted murder, you're so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Dial my number, make a few threats.&lt;br /&gt;I quit caring, you won your bets.&lt;br /&gt;Backstab me, swear it's all fair.&lt;br /&gt;Death has come, for you said dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-905308276603003475?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/905308276603003475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/rejected-112503.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/905308276603003475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/905308276603003475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/rejected-112503.html' title='Rejected - 11/25/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-753947006191516783</id><published>2009-08-23T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:01:42.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen - 11/23/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I can't express to you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Must I kiss your feet and kneel?&lt;br /&gt;You hope what I say is just a joke,&lt;br /&gt;And inhale it as just another toke.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I tell you that is true,&lt;br /&gt;Falls behind the spotlight of you.&lt;br /&gt;As the ears shut to avoid the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth opens to call me a liar.&lt;br /&gt;This apathy irks me on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;As you force my feelings to hide.&lt;br /&gt;It is a wall of ice to break thru,&lt;br /&gt;To even get my point across to you.&lt;br /&gt;I was the accuser now I'm accused,&lt;br /&gt;Since you won't consider my views.&lt;br /&gt;You always make me feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't care the first bit.&lt;br /&gt;You overreact to every last word,&lt;br /&gt;Even my goodbyes were overheard.&lt;br /&gt;You always deny that you need me,&lt;br /&gt;So my help is what you never see.&lt;br /&gt;You say my words you can't ingest.&lt;br /&gt;Could you as I was laid to rest?&lt;br /&gt;What if all I was trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;Was I really did love you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-753947006191516783?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/753947006191516783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/listen-112303.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/753947006191516783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/753947006191516783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/listen-112303.html' title='Listen - 11/23/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7921819810972888638</id><published>2009-08-23T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:01:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Love Story - 11/23/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Differentiate,&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't realize,&lt;br /&gt;All your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Try to scream,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in dream.&lt;br /&gt;Hide the love,&lt;br /&gt;Hit and shove.&lt;br /&gt;What am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up how?&lt;br /&gt;We don't care,&lt;br /&gt;Love's a dare.&lt;br /&gt;I had no plan,&lt;br /&gt;You're a scam.&lt;br /&gt;Living in sin,&lt;br /&gt;Pain to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Lost the path,&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning here,&lt;br /&gt;Death is near.&lt;br /&gt;Will is broke,&lt;br /&gt;Love's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Claim to care,&lt;br /&gt;Try and share.&lt;br /&gt;I am genocide,&lt;br /&gt;We'll confide.&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust,&lt;br /&gt;Underage lust.&lt;br /&gt;Differentiate,&lt;br /&gt;Love and fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7921819810972888638?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7921819810972888638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-love-story-112303.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7921819810972888638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7921819810972888638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-love-story-112303.html' title='Short Love Story - 11/23/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7063956722494086827</id><published>2009-08-23T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:00:42.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell In Love - 11/18/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fell in love with a beautiful chick?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with an abusive bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a wonderful friend?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with the money I lend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with the life I live?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with the pain you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with your kind heart?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with deceiving art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with voices in my head?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with the knife's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with the liquor in hand?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with our inferior land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with my own traits?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with my hollow space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a family system?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with our long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a natural gift?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with your bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a shiny new gun?&lt;br /&gt;No, fell in love with a little sick fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with life's pleasures?&lt;br /&gt;No, Fell in love with nothing you treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7063956722494086827?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7063956722494086827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fell-in-love-111803.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7063956722494086827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7063956722494086827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fell-in-love-111803.html' title='Fell In Love - 11/18/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-2784781021624667842</id><published>2009-08-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:00:09.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flesh &amp; Blood - 11/16/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A toddler dies in a troubled home,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you act like he was unknown?&lt;br /&gt;You created life to raise as yours,&lt;br /&gt;But you're too busy fucking whores.&lt;br /&gt;How can you watch your own son pass,&lt;br /&gt;To worry about drugs, then him last.&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures from the side view,&lt;br /&gt;So I have the memory to curse you.&lt;br /&gt;When your own flesh and blood dies,&lt;br /&gt;You're bloodshot eyes need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Is today's high so God damned good?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I badly fucken misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;How does it hurt me more then you?&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a child I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Will he not ever be truly missed?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you proud parents for this?&lt;br /&gt;He's doing great in a better place,&lt;br /&gt;Now he is loved with a clean face.&lt;br /&gt;If we have God turning the screws,&lt;br /&gt;Why did he let you fucks reproduce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-2784781021624667842?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2784781021624667842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/flesh-blood-111603.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2784781021624667842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/2784781021624667842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/flesh-blood-111603.html' title='Flesh &amp; Blood - 11/16/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54002659055018091.post-7215055913351235453</id><published>2009-08-23T19:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:58:54.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - 11/15/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;These drugs help ease me back to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm killed by promises I didn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;Today's motivation was found in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I can pacify my head.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to fall asleep all over again.&lt;br /&gt;A pillow or a gun is now my only friend.&lt;br /&gt;A companion to hold is great too I hear.&lt;br /&gt;But that is a joy that I'll never feel.&lt;br /&gt;Bad health suffocates me back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky I'll awaken six feet deep.&lt;br /&gt;Eight hours to bury such an ugly face,&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered why you call me a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Tears soak these sheets without a try.&lt;br /&gt;It is the souls way of begging to die.&lt;br /&gt;A warm bed is all that's worth seeing,&lt;br /&gt;When I live in a life without meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Most brag about their great sex in bed,&lt;br /&gt;I brag how I can enjoy being this dead.&lt;br /&gt;I hide under covers like a beat child,&lt;br /&gt;Fearing you'll beg me to crack a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I curse the alarm clock as it screams,&lt;br /&gt;For my only happiness comes in dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54002659055018091-7215055913351235453?l=loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7215055913351235453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-111503.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7215055913351235453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54002659055018091/posts/default/7215055913351235453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveissuicidewritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-111503.html' title='Sleep - 11/15/03'/><author><name>JGWicked</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029856531219061806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1HohN07HWg/TjtmqpvM3PI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MOCzuziCmhg/s1600/39028558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
