I'm Destroying MyselfxxxMore Like This
I sit here. Thinking.
Music blaring in my head phones.
A tear strikes down my face.
One after another.
Sometimes we feel like we're nothing.
Maybe we are nothing..
Only a collection of skin cells and skin
only to be torn apart by our tools.
Our insides killed by the mulitple pills.
Bones showing from starvation.
Sadness is taking over my life.
It's all wrong.
I want to die..
But i can't.
Will it effect people once i'm gone?
Killing myself is that the way to show the people
that words hurt?
It shouldn't have to get that far.
It dosn't need to get that far.
It won't get that far.
That's all i think about anymore.
Nightmares of suicide.
Became happy dreams.
Wake up smiling thinking it was real.
Then in disapointment
lay back down.
Hoping to have another dream.