it's just too much
all I wanna do is die.
i don't see the point in anything
i just wanna cut my thighs and feel the blood rush out of my skin.
i don't care if that hurts you. cause where were you when I was hurting? when I needed you?
fuck life. it's stupid and it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
intertwined.
Poetry"so shame on me for burning and shame on you for igniting the flame because I truly shouldn't be burning for someone who doesn't want to keep warm." excerpt from intertwined.
