-Whiny Goth Guy-
I never know what to put in these things, but I wanted you to be the one to read my last words. Please, bear with me. The time has come for me to move on. I don't come to this decision lightly, however, but now that I'm older, I've finally realized that there's a world of difference between living happily ever after and just living ever after. I may seem strong. But I'm not I'm just like anyone else. We can feel pain. We can die. And I won't be the one to destroy anyone else's hopes and dreams. Never again.
I'm sacrificing myself to save the countless many who would have to die if I were to live. It's a noble cause, I figure. A good reason to die. I like to think you'd agree.
So that's it. That's me. Leaving the world to be a better place.
Forever, Kim email@example.com
I have a suicide note....
I lived with pain,
I lived with life,
A pill of truth,
A pill of knife.
A skanking pickle,
A skanking fight,
A cloaking hump,
A cloaking petight.
Dyed black hair,
It is a scare,
They piss me off,
whine right now,
I'll blow you off,
that was random,
well, i'm to go,
I love you all,
Kara, James, Ronon, Timothey Nighten, Timothey Reg, Reed, my parents, my brothers and sisters, all my distrustworthy friends (except Kara, but I hate her because she droped a glass of water in my house and wasted it when kids in africa could have used it), and I don't love you Brek, for that is not a name.
Kenneth Kroos firstname.lastname@example.org
"Things were turned upside down and a terrible saddness filled the air;
it found its' way into Black Angels." -Gerorge Crumb
My kisses burn into your soul
My touch melts upon your skin
My eyes reflect my misery
Of the darkness Deep within
Iam a waste of time
so now I shall die
melancholy words, my only friend
here to escort me to the end
the kiss of night holds me so near
and amplifies my darkest fears
now run a way, 'till we meet again
beckons that of a raven
the tools of woe are thus employed
to love me down into the void
horrid day, thou mockest me
your light does not permit to see;
Devil's hand pulling me into the abyss
As the reaper tries to touch me with his kiss and so i end, i am the hole;
i am the black... the blackened soul
your page is inspirational.. i know now that i am not ENTIRELY alone in this
barren wasteland. strangers in life, but brothers in death... i know not who to
worship, you or marilyn manson.
The force of bleeding words
Traps helpless tears
Like rotting newspapers
Suspended from broken branches
Hanging laundry of lullaby memories
Hasty passages to destinations
That guarantee nothing
Coarse sand soothes burnt souls
Abrasive to the center of passion
Where blistered hope cracks
And leaks more sorrow
Than the eyes betray
It hurts so much tonight.
Like it hasn't hurt in years.
I've given up the fight
I'm releasing all my tears.
I've held this in so long.
I can't hold it anymore.
Soon it will gone?
Then what am I still crying for?
I should have never let it start.
But now it rips my soul apart.
Soon I will be freed of this?
Will I EVER have such bliss?
What if I remember it?
Will the flame be once more lit?
Will I ever get it out?
All this pain I cry about
I toss and turn in my bed.
cry until my eyes turn red
It hurts so very much tonight.
Hurt this much? This can't be right.
In winter night almost as black as my soul,
I tripped on my heart and fell into the hole. Demons and bat-things did tear at my breast,
But I knew I would never attain perfect rest. I fell through the void as they clawed at my face;
My eyeballs did bleed on my dark velvet lace. Prayed I for solace--but to whom? To what?
Nobody cared as I fell on my butt. Battered and bruised stood I then to my feet
And then groped through the blackness of cold, falling sleet. Marilyn Manson from box de la juke
Did his best to console me, but I had to puke. I struggled in vain the music to seek
And vomited fully and started to reek. Bleeding and crying, I started to curse
At my fate; then I woke up and then things got worse.
I dedicate this piece to you, Skared, and all that you are trying to do on this
Your words came too late to save me
For I am already dead
I wander through this limbo
A pounding in my head
A racing through my dead heart
For 'twas I who was stabbed with a deadly dart
Still sticking in my chest
I do not jest.
Farewell to all, have a nice death.
"In the dark night of the soul, it is always 3 o'clock in the morning."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
P.S. Good site. Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye, I say, as I plummet down the abyss of
eternal darkness, never to ever see the light again, or taste a slice of lightly
buttered toast. Sob!
After reading your site, I realise how pointless and cruel life really is. My heart is as black as my now dyed-black #1 hair. Here is a poem of pain I wrote for your misery.
my heart is black
my soul rots
and its fetid stench
joy is a myth
created by stupid happy morons
who haven't realised the truth
that life sucks
and everything is misery
except the end
so I slip the sweet blade
through my black heart
and as my black blood drips out
I finally know release.
"Brett Stuart" email@example.com
Snorting pieces of Jewel has put me in the mood for flagulation.
There is nothing quite as deep as me
With the possible exception of Morrisey
Or the shadowed depths of the Baltic Sea
Whose reaches are filled with the rotting corpses of poor, wretched failures
whose souls weigh them down with crumpets and tiny little
tiny little bricks.
-Patty Duke firstname.lastname@example.org
gothique black tear.
my souelle wreaks of the pain you give me, all of you, i cannot breathe in
this world, the pinks, the yellows, they cloud my eyes with false emotion.
open your eyes to the darkness. feel my black, dark, sorrowful heart. my
soul is darker, and blacker than the deepest cavern. the humid, sickly sweet
stench of the melting of my spirit into a river of darkness, i must leave you
to go there now, to smell that sweetness of my body and soul entering into
the next world. listen and follow:
jump into thou river of darkness. cut
yourself. melt with me into our pain.
the day draws closer
my final sleep awaits
i'll find no peace
at the pearly gates
so where do i go, what do i do
the option i turn to...
the dream i had
the suicidal one
oh how sad
i have to leave,
love, peace empathy-kurtcobain
god bless you
all fucked up
i want you to sink your claws into me
it is only pain that sets me free
into the world of death and crying
i'm so sick of trying
Please submit your final words to me
before you leave this earth.
You will then be immortalized on the
Whiny Goth Kids Page...forever.
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