all blood, no tears

to me, it's already over *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I'm never hungry anymore

and I'm so cold

the only thing that warms me is cocaine.

I'm struggling between killing myself or killing everyone around me

the first seems much more logical.

I'm trying to figure out some sort of equation for happiness

but there are too many variables

and I've never been good at math

I feel like I'm trapped inside a layer of fog

no one noticed

no one cared

everyone and everything is moving so fast.

I feel every cell in my body give up

so when you tell me to stay strong

I smile

but truthfully, I don't know what you mean.

Instead i won't say a word

and i'll hope someone can still hear me

because no matter how much it hurts,

I will still tell you that I'm fine.