þetta eru 2 ljóð eftir mig…
ég get svosem ekkert gert við ritstuld, en já það er bara lame



þetta samdi ég 6-7 Apríl..


So much anger so much hate,
i dont know how to escape my fate.
But i do know how to get away from life,
and i do that with a sharp knife.
cutting through my arms and veins,
cutting away all that remains.




og þetta samdi ég í fyrradag :P eða svona… var work in progress alveg fráþví á fimmtudaginn




I wonder why i keep breathing,
I wonder why i keep holdin on.
maby its because people tell me im not completely hopeless,
but deep inside i know.
Now i know why i keep breathing,
Now i know why i keep holdin on.
its because of this girl i know,
and im pretty sure she's the one

endilega koma með comments og svona skítaköst alveg vel þegin,, i just couldnt care less to be hones :)