I am sad.
I am the family failure.
I am covered in scars & drowning in self hate.
I am dependent on cheap razors from cvs to make me feel alive.
I am dependent on the vodka from my grandparents fridge to stop drowning.
I am shattered.
I can't breathe.
I can't think.
I want to feel numb.
I want to be dead.
I hide the truth from everyone- even my therapist.
I am shattered.
I want to unzip my veins until they're empty.
I want to swallow those pills until my broken heart stops beating.
I want to hang from that rope until my lungs stop screaming and are calm again.
I am shattered.
I want to die.
I want to slice all of my skin open.
I want to drink all the vodka I can.
I want to swallow every last pill I can find.
I want to swing from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge at sunrise, so at least I'll die looking at something beautiful.
I am shattered.
I am selfish.
I am screaming, and I want to stop.
I am lost, with nothing but a broken compass and a bottle of Jack.
I am lonely, the cigarette burning between my fingers is my only friend.
I am broken, only spilling my secrets to the stars as they watch me spill my blood.
I am shattered.
