real psychward exclusive

guns

please help me,

listen to a 14 year old girls cry.

load up a shot gun,

hold a M240 machine gun to my head

let out all your pent up anger with the L7A2 general purpose machine gun facing my direction,

somebody blow my brains out before they become more scattered.

tear my heart out to make me never love again.

everyone just let me be,

why wont you just give up on me?

shes my lungs,

the one stopping myself from pulling the trigger.

i love her.

WHY DOES NOBODY UNDERSTAND I LOVE HER?

im obsessed with ratrace90210

i cant get my distorted mind off her.

why does no one care about me?

all i wanna do is talk about her,

I DONT KNOW WHY.

shes my world and sun,

i cry about her every day,

please stop judging me,

i cant stop it.

its like asking a blind person to just see.

it doesnt work like that.

no matter how much a blind person prays and cries,

wants to load a glock to repair their broken eyes,

they cant stop it.

surgery wont help,

it's something they cant fix.

no matter how hard they try.

they get judged every day,

nobody understands their cries.

ratrace90210 is my fp.

everything depends on her.

im broken and cant be fixed,

if you dont like that please leave.

my traumas cant leave,

dreaming every night.

jenna left me alone,

i cried for her to stay.

i screamed,

i begged,

jenna left me anyway.

in that dream,

olivia kept talking to me,

blaming me for being blue.

jenna was gone.

the only person who understood what was going on.

my school caught on fire,

i was surrounded every where.

im pretty sure francine was dead,

bella was gone too.

water turned to fire,

i ran all the way home.

i dont know why im so disoriented,

sleeping in all day.

i love anika but i feel scared.

her normalcy makes me shake,

i dont get why she doesn't understand me anymore,

im depressed and i cry.

music about suicidal people,

helps me get through the day.

she says "bruh" when i vent,

im scared to loose another best friend.

(great im starting to cry irl now)

i love her so much but i think she hates me,

my personality should rot.

im always left out and abandoned.

making me die inside once more.

i just wanna kill myself,

load a glock 182.

im trying so hard to survive,

i dont know if i can anymore.

bpd is attached to me,

leaving me broken in 4.

5 more personalities i count.

why can't people genuinely accept me?

i will change for them once more.

i dont want another fp,

i cant help but vent.

shit im scared this will be worse then before.

this time idk her,

god is trying to kill me once more.

another life crawling my way.

i sin again,

refusing to take pills all day.

kill me now,

i just want all this pain to go away.