i bite my lip
so much
i bruise it
i hold my words back
till i lose them
i dig my nails into my skin
i never let anyone in
i destroy everything i touch
you were innocent and kind
i always felt i was losing my mind
i told you about the bet
i "got over you" but yet
i can't seem to stay away
i smoke, i cut, i cry
i always want to die
but i look at you
your eyes are so blue
and i seem to always fight it
what have i become?
to kill myself so young
a fog surrounds my head
i lay motionless in bed
i still haven't learned to breathe
i've gone through a lot
"not illegal if you're not caught"
i've ruined my lungs, head, and heart
destruction is my form of art
i just want to be okay
