bitches broken hearts

End it all

Is life worth living?
That's what i ask myself every fucking day.
It makes me feel some type of way.
But i just want this horrible feeling to go away.
I just think about taking a razor blade and slitting my wrists.
Would i regret it?
Or would i  fly away from my problems like an angel and finally be happy.
Whatever i do, i still don't fit in.
I'm a demon.
And demons get killed or kill themselves.
Emptiness is what i feel 24/7.
The sadness is my lover.
And the razor blades are the fingers that caress my body.
Maybe if i leave, she'll notice that she used to hurt me everyday.
Every second, every minute, every hour and every day.
The words that she yells at me turn in to real thoughts,feelings and emotions.
These words give me the need to hurt myself really bad.
But at the end of the day i'm still just her youngest daughter.

I know that hurting myself won't make anything better but as soon as you enter the circle, you'll never ever get out.
So don't promise your bestfriends that you'll never do it again.
Because everybody knows that it's a lie especially you.