Lift Up Your Glasses And Celebrate For Hate

[myweatheredtomb]

With dark hair, black nails, and those black rings around her eyes you know she's not right. You know she is just misery caused to everyone. She only thinks about death, always wants to commit suicide but yet fails at attempt. She talks about the pain she has caused, but how could she when she just sits in her room and thinks to herself about herself? She's thinking she's not good enough. she thinks she's just a mistake to the world. The pitiful world we call home. She thinks no one understands her. Maybe that's why she thinks about death maybe that's why she's so misled. Everyone tells her that they care about her and will always look after her. But she knows not believe them. She knows that they are mistakenly saying that just so they don't have to worry about another death. She thinks that maybe if she just could cut herself once that they suffering would go away. All this has bottled up it's time for her to explode. It's time for her to let her cries of insecurity get the best of her. Much like they have in the past. She only dreams of that one night where she gets lots in her nightmares and never returns. She asks herself every night where she let herself go. But every night the same answer. Last night was her last night to be alive. Before she pulled that trigger she heard a voice in her head, it had said this: "Don't ever give up on yourself, for you are in control of yourself." But it wasn't enough.

parents fuckin bite wang balls.