but my words like silent raindrops fall

[loverofsadness]

i don't know where i should begin, if even at all. The pointless charade of work and the nightmares that wake me early. Or feeling the urge to play russian roulette. i suppose i could make it all a big deal, but for what.

i want to fall face first into my own suicidal tendencies,
i want to have an open casket,
sometimesiwantiwantiwantiwantiwantiwanttodie.

"someone get a doctor, i think this girl is dead!"