3:54 there's a blade in my hand and this is all my fault. my fault. my fault. my fault. i cut deep into my skin, only to forget about the pain in my head. i've run out of tears to cry so im making my arm cry instead. i take a drink from the whiskey bottle i stole from the cabinet. i'm drunk and im dying inside. there's blood everywhere and it's all my fault. the nightmares i've been getting, they're all because of you. the thoughts in my brain, because of you. i need to cut again. i need to distract myself from this pain. i have no one to turn to. i have music playing in my head as a distraction. it isn't working. i'm depressed and i'm broken as you manage to walk around with a smile. i hate you, but i love you for all the wrong reasons.
