This is what I call a self pitty cry for
help:
Hey! Look! WHAT IS THAT THING?
The thing, Is me.
I tend to go by the name, Mollie, Of course on the birth
certificate it say's 'Molly Ray Keys'.
My life, is a life, More like yours, Less like his.
I surround myself in,
Mindless numbing pain,
Always lost,
Always complaing,
Always shy,
Never do I talk aloud,
Never shall I love again,
Never shall I care again,
I was born on June 26,1993.
That make's me fifteen years old!
I do not:
Find my self attractive, in anyway.
Hate, For I shallent love.
Get along with most people.
Take to my surroundings.
Barely sleep.
I always:
Rely on music.
Miss my beloved friends, who have pased, God Bless There Souls.
Read.
Breathe.
Cry.
Write.
Protect my heart.
For this I am leaving, You know too much!
LEAVE ME BE!
It is currently 5:12 in the morning.
I am sure..a few years from now. this is seem all gibberish.
Let us hope on that note.
Goodbye, Goodnight, Death to me, Death to you.
-mollie keys.
