Why am I being forced to carry on?
Being forced to stitch up a smile that no one can see through?
Sewing gleaming buttons onto my eyes
using my blood as blush
"Oh, those obviously-done-by-a-blade scars on my wrists? The cat!"
Why.
Why do I even ask any questions anymore?
I don't even want to exist, so why bother questioning my existense?
Someone please save me.
And by "save me" I mean cut my throat
throw a boulder at my head
buy me a rope
DO SOMETHING TO END THIS PAIN
PLEASE
WONT YOU?
