I am going to kill myself. Not today and not tomorrow and probably not next week, but I know I am going to. I can feel it, every time I say goodbye to someone, i fear its the last time. I know I am going to kill myself, and I consider it every night, but it scares me for some reason. Everyday I live scares me and I don’t know why. I keep on waiting for someone to stop me, and I think that’s what scares me most, that no one will.
The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. ‘Cause he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favorite.