Becky has left the building.
No words have ever been written that would adequately describe my current state of mind.
I'm not myself anymore. Plain and simple.
I've let the world gnaw at my flesh. I've let my own sense of self-loathing disembowel me.
I'd say I know what the "emo kiddies" feel like.. but even the emo's smile once in a while.
They told me I was sane.. They told me I was fine.. They told me I was just the same.They told me a lot of things.
I'm not myself anymore.
I swore I'd never let anything get to me. I swore I'd never change. I swore I'd always be happy. I swore that evil would never enter my thoughts. I swore a lot of things.
I'm not myself anymore.
I don't want to die, but it's all I can think about anymore. I have nothing to wake up for. There's no reason to breathe. Breathing hurts too much anyway.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All. Close your eyes and I'll kiss you you, cause with the birds I'll share this lonely view.
I wish someone could help me. I know there's no one there. No one cares. That's fine. It's more comfortable for people to ignore someone in need. I understand that. It's all right. I just wish I wasn't the one being ignored.
I don't like crying; but it seems to be something I've become very good at. It's time to sleep now.
I'm not myself anymore. Plain and simple.
I've let the world gnaw at my flesh. I've let my own sense of self-loathing disembowel me.
I'd say I know what the "emo kiddies" feel like.. but even the emo's smile once in a while.
They told me I was sane.. They told me I was fine.. They told me I was just the same.They told me a lot of things.
I'm not myself anymore.
I swore I'd never let anything get to me. I swore I'd never change. I swore I'd always be happy. I swore that evil would never enter my thoughts. I swore a lot of things.
I'm not myself anymore.
I don't want to die, but it's all I can think about anymore. I have nothing to wake up for. There's no reason to breathe. Breathing hurts too much anyway.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All. Close your eyes and I'll kiss you you, cause with the birds I'll share this lonely view.
I wish someone could help me. I know there's no one there. No one cares. That's fine. It's more comfortable for people to ignore someone in need. I understand that. It's all right. I just wish I wasn't the one being ignored.
I don't like crying; but it seems to be something I've become very good at. It's time to sleep now.