Pure Fucking Hatred
Time, no concept. The broken mind, of human life. We all rot. My time has come. Cease thought of thy. Teenage years, they were spent Fixated on a plan. Beg for death. I was way too fucking young, to even comprehend...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Oh, this rotting feel, creeps through the cold fuelling my misery! I need euphoria. I need release. To take a break from sober life. Grab that razorblade, as well that pill. Roll up that note. This is Narcotic Love! Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life. Nothing will ever be he same, the Doctors say I'm insane. Nothing to be saved Just one more pill That's all it takes, to rid this life of putrid lies This is Narcotic Love! Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life. This is Narcotic fucking Love! Push that needle deeper, take a break from sober life!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Form a cup, with my hand Pools of my blood! On my knees, beg for thee I'll always fucking plead! Nothing left, the surgeons weep "He'll always fucking bleed!" Please just leave me on my knees, "Take my body!" Cleanse me of these voices please "Keep my head!" You'll never see what I see, In my dreams! The noose is tied, it swings freely. The death of thee!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(V1) Boy, fourteen, so many years ahead of him, so much time. The only thought that plagues his fucking mind, suicide! Conflicting thoughts controlling him, Captured in his mind. Never any end in sight, I'm telling you, I promise you There's way too much fucking time ahead. So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try? Too much grey, too much pain, My shoulders can't take this fucking weight! My shoulders can't take this fucking weight! Boy, sixteen, two years late, no fucking change. Life, still grey, no options, no break. Every night, I fucking cry, begging for a better life. Stale, pale, fucking days, insomnia-tic fucking nights Too many days left, I can't change! So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try? Too much grey, too much pain, My shoulders can't take this fucking weight! My shoulders can't take this fucking weight! Ghost died, eighteen. four years late, he couldn't proceed. Days, they used to blend together; Misery took him over, now he's gone forever. Misery, obsessed his soul, took him over now it walks alone. So tell my why, should I, wake up, and try? Too much grey, too much pain, My shoulders can't take this fucking weight! My shoulders can't take this fucking weight!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
My time has come, final seconds counting. Gun to my head, trigger finger twitching. It's time to make these fucking walls red. I'm sorry for the mess, time is never best. I need to let you know, this is how I want to go. I've never seen another way, only by my own hand. I was way too fucking young, to know of all of this. This world, you need to know, we've lost our innocence. It's time to go, this writing is exhausting. I'm sick of waiting, all curled up and shaking. I promise that you'll know this, you'll know the reason why. Maybe through the voices, you'll find a reason why. Maybe through the words I speak, you'll find the reason why.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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I wrote a note at age fourteen it read: "Forgive me for I cannot find peace life was too much for this weak body I've now found peace, 'Excuse the blood please' "
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
How does it feel to be sane? I wouldn't know, I've never known Things I've seen, cannot be guessed Just one more day, and I'll be dead The Forest screams, for clarity For this mind that once was. I've never felt human I belong in these trees. Separate, mind from body. The last thing left, has been broken. Melancholic. Melancholic. Melancholic.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Life, why me? Every breath I take I wish to be my last There's no use. No love in this air. Whatever we shared, is now dead. No way out..death no doubt. I no longer fear death, I fear life. Tanker om selvmord. I need rest. Theres nothing left. I don't remember happy. Constantly fucking numb. Feeling nothing. Disgusting humans. I think of jumping. I no longer fear death, I fear life. Tanker om selvmord. I need rest. This is finally the end. Empty these bottles. Cut me deep. Finally at peace.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I stare in the mirror A stranger looks back. This creature is not me I have not seen him anywhere Where have I gone ? I am nowhere to be found I escaped this problem I left my home But the darkness crept through The Forest and followed me alone
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026