This is all you ever wanted to know about silence
It's 3:30 in the morning I can't sleep I feel so bleh.
this is the rules of attraction
late nights, long days, fist fights
"it's me against the world" he said
smiling to himself
this is a storybook suicide
unshaved, unshowered, unscathed
with eyes rolled into his skull
squeeze it, and die
These memories like the pictures
Tattered, torn, forgotten
They serve anti-purpose now
he wants to let go..
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I can't even pretend to be happy anymore, I keep fimding myself wearing a fake smile and pretending everything is ok. but on the inside i die quitely.
fuck it
theres one thing I could do nothing without