look at me, look at me i'm screaming. look at me, look at me i'm dying
i had things to say and it took me so long to get here that i forget them, so i'll have to make new ones up.
the tears that are streaming down my face dont' matter at'tall. they will dry and i shall die. is it me? is it all my fault that i keep seeing everyones back being turned on me? do i just open myself up to it or do i straight out ask for it? i sit here looking at this blade, i fidget here with this blade in my hand, and i think of how long it's been i think of how long it could be... i wonder: why not? no one's here to stop me, you know, what if grandma did see my arms, what if. well shit grandma's not here and i am, all alone, utterly and completely...i don't care how goddamn cliche and over used and over heard this all is this is where i am this is what i feel and if you don't like it then you can go ahead and fuck yourself cuz i don't like it either, but i have to deal with it cuz i can't kill myself, no that is not allowed...fuck. that.
the tears that are streaming down my face dont' matter at'tall. they will dry and i shall die. is it me? is it all my fault that i keep seeing everyones back being turned on me? do i just open myself up to it or do i straight out ask for it? i sit here looking at this blade, i fidget here with this blade in my hand, and i think of how long it's been i think of how long it could be... i wonder: why not? no one's here to stop me, you know, what if grandma did see my arms, what if. well shit grandma's not here and i am, all alone, utterly and completely...i don't care how goddamn cliche and over used and over heard this all is this is where i am this is what i feel and if you don't like it then you can go ahead and fuck yourself cuz i don't like it either, but i have to deal with it cuz i can't kill myself, no that is not allowed...fuck. that.