Apr 16, 2006 03:26
lets pretend that were okay.
Lets hide the scars.
Lets lie about our self medication.
lets tell everyone that everything is fine.
I'd slice my wrist but it would show a mark.
I'd overdose but we did Betty ford already... tragic I don't do well.
I see myself all the time going through with it. Jumping infront of cars, trains. Pulling the trigger, slicing myself. It's almost as if I ran out of ideas of killing myself. Living has become such a bordom.. And to live for others to suck me dry... it's endless. 'Give me this... can I have that'.. it's all I hear. I'd be dead and it wouldn't matter.
But lets pretend... pretend that I don't think this way.
Pretend that I am something important. Pretend that no matter what I'm loved.
Lets play pretend jimmy. Pretend that your not unhappy.
Pretend that death is no longer and option.