Stop a moment

don't want this week to start, and if it ever does i don't want it to end. Life goes by so fast that i want to end it all. Shed blood 'til there's nothing left to be in this place of torment that everyone enjoys living in. I know morbid again, dealing with death is something i seem to see... always. I never seem to end it because i'm so distant. Sadness and anger flows through my veins and it never gets out in public. It's killing me... the funny thing is, I don't want it to stop. I don't need help, I want to die.