these wrists are one bad day away from being slit

[hititorquitit]

the best part of believe is the "lie."
im sick of late night talks and broken heart walks.
im walking out of the room dragging my fingernails
on all the pictures hanging on your walls.
you shut off the light and i am just a moth
lost in the dark. who could ever love a kid
whose smile just drips with "please die."
"boys like you just dont get the hints"
and im dropping i love you's hoping theyll miss.