Jus' Feel LIKE Shit
It's just there, no pain, just scars and a beautiful painting. I'll slump in the stall, warm blood running down my side, wishing I was dead an not here. Drugs? Ive considered, and smoking has definatley come to mind. Don't mention the razors and pencil sharpeners littering my floor. But they are there. My life revolves around controlling my own pain. i try so hard not to be depressed but no one knows that its hard... so hard to drop a knife and find a reason to live. I know every lyric to Her Last Words, Nightcore. It's weird I used to be so happy...but now... Life has changed so drastically.
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