Letters To The Writer: Volume 1

June 19

I'm so lost, what happens when you're not wanted anymore, you feel like you have to blow out your brains because, you're not wanted anymore. You messed up so much that, you're not wanted anymore. Fuck your tears and your cries you're not wanted anymore. You can't do shit but hide because, you're not wanted anymore.

I made a bad mistake,
That's all she could take,
I feel like everything that's been real has been fake.
I feel untouchable, feel the biggest heartache,
Feel like I was life at a standby but I was drowned in a lake.

Now I really have these thought running laps in my brain.
Every time I take a bike ride I think of jumping on front of the train.
All I can think about is how I'm going to stop this pain.
I'm thinking of going and taking down cocaine,
Just to make sure I won't feel my life fade away.
Just so that I don't feel life go down a drain, I'm drained....

I don't know who I am, where I've been, what I seen, who's on my team.
I just know I'm a man, who's all bent, for what I believed, life's so mean!

Someone's I want to lay down and just imagine how it'd be,
If I was seen,
Dripping in my own blood right in the scene, sometimes I feel I'm nothing and I'm a ducking fiend.
Sometimes I believe me being gone forever is the only way I'll ever truly be missed.
My mom is in me and I think that's why everyone wants me to get hit.
Fuck my min, fuck my mom for ruining everything for me.
If she wasn't in my life I might have a better life, yeah that's right, I'm done....