°twisted°

contemplating..

it's hard to be with you when you don't give two shits about me, and it's hard to even look at you, when the only way you see me, is that of a nuisance, i'm sorry, i just can't go through with this

you won't leave me alone, it's like your shadow haunts me wherever i go, and i hate to say it, but when i actually am alone the time goes by so fast, i guess it really does fly by when you're contemplating whether or not to commit suicide

you said it yourself, i was nothing to you, what more can i do? besides sit around and wait for you all day to come and tell me how beautiful that i am, but no matter how beautiful i am, you'd still want me buried down deep in the ground, to where i could never make it out, alive at least

i'm doing you a favor honestly, everytime i bring a blade to my "beautiful" skin you seem to love so much, a part of me is set free, and everytime i pull my hair out after hearing your voice yell through these thin walls, the pain is just another gain for me to release the strain i've been holding in my brain after all this time, i could've been dead, but i want to suffer

so it's no surprise that i bring a gun to my head, and pull the trigger quicker than you could even blink, it's better this way, i think, after all, i'll be gone and you wouldn't have to pretend to worry about me anymore, god i'm such a whore, my life will always be a bore, and i'm glad i ended it before he even had the chance to open the door and end me once. and. for. all.