Death is beautiful
Death is life
Death is me
I cut myself today. I felt power, I felt like I was actually in control for once. I hated it and loved it at the same time.
I don't know what to do with myself. I go out everyday, I see my friend we drink, we smoke, we do drugs. I'm screaming for help on the inside but on the outside my makeup is running down my face, my hair is messy catching leaves from the floor completed with the grin of the damaged and heart broken.
Help me
Please
I'm begging you
I'm waiting for the sweet release.
Slowly enough I will get what I want, what I need.
Death
