One pill, two pills, three pills, four..
I don't want to feel pain no more
Five pills, six pills, seven and a cut
A slash to the wrist all for good luck
Seven pills, eight pills, nine and ten
I'm gone forever, in Neverland
-src
YOU ARE READING
Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poesíawhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
