I live a half life, a broken life since I let them slip away. Its all my fault they are gone. I let the bullets fly, the pills be swallowed, the blade trace lines, the car run you over when you jumped. I now am only a shell of the life I lived when they were alive. 

If I'm an angel why do these wings cut my throat?

Scars linger on my skin from the mistakes I made and I know I will never be worth you but I will try, and as I cry myself to sleep again tonight please don't worry as I die. I was o lay disappointment that can't last.

Daddy did you care when your daughter was carving her skin? Did you care when she was crying her self to sleep because you weren't there? But why would you care if you were never there.

~I don't need help but I love to talk to message me just be able to keep a conversation~