life or death

(My Love is Dead, and So Am I)

Dear God,

They say u watch us, have i been a good girl?

have a done sins that i will die from..when i cry at night in my corner wall, where r u? when im bleeding 2 death by whom i hate where are you? u just watch from above doing nothing but praying something good will come out of this bad? is it true that u choose the life u want for us? why? if u do that we cant make our own mistakes..or learn, i dont need a life planed out for the 1 u choose me how can it be anyworse, This is what u wanted..this is what u hated. God..If i dont belive in u Nor the devil..where do i belong on a dreadful helpless world

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice We have higher incomes, but lower morals; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality. These are the times of tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, and more It is a time when there is too much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just hit delete.

We, the Depressed, in our darkest hours have

No energy to move

No reason to live

No will to survive

No hope in a cure

No reason to try.

We roam the earth as the living dead

Wanting only to extinguish

That persistent heart that beats,

That ceaseless breath that enters,

That pain that never relents.

Every cell of our being wants to die,

Yet Do We Live.

You may feel that you can't go on
another moment, another day.

Life may be absolutely unbearable.
You may want to just close your eyes
and cease to exist.

But death does not come so easily.
And although you cannot bear it, you
still live on --- your heart still beats,
your breath ceaselessly enters...

Another year i have to live in this place. and one more less i have to live. My life...my birth...i was brought into this pathetic world. thats why so many people die. so new ones can be born. But who would want to live in this so called world? its full of rubish. they think it can be the most greatest thing on earth. when you never know what is givein to you. can be taken away. its so sad. Barley anyone has the time to stop and think. Just think of anything. Something that makes you happy or something that makes you sad. You dont choose to feel. You are made to feel. You are made to hate, and you are made to love. But I myself...has yet to come. You think you've had the most enchanting days of you're life. but there is only one day you will come across that one moment. Thats when you find you're true self. and what you truley love in this world. Most of the time you never relize that you had that moment..when you did. That shows how you can forget. You show you're self on the outside, pitty you're own self. when you should feel pitty on the inside, for whats inside you may never know. You are fragle in this world. Anything can break you. Buy something has made you. The artist kills you, and re-makes you. You can not choose when, where, or Why. People are destend to think, acomplish or even make something come alive into this world. But not all people have these atvantages. But they are tought to hope, dream, love and to hate. When you find that all our emtions turn into one. You have relized that theres so much more inlife. You have crossed the bondery of the normal human ever could. you have see the inperfect person, perfictally. And you know theres a way out, with out dieing. You learnd to love with out crying for the first time. And when you made love, you see the passion for one another. You treat one as equal. That is relizeing the true beauty of life. and death all in one.

I will miss you very much.

Life wont be the same with out you