Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit
Razors Pain You
Rivers Are Damp
Acid Stains You
Drugs Cause Cramp
Guns Ain't Lawful
Nooses Give
Gas Smells Awful
You Might As Well Live
You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved.
74 is the perfect weight
When you don't wanna feel, death can seem like a dream; but seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming of it fucking ridiculous.
Maybe we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds.
I'd never know what it was like to be her. But I know what it's like to wanna die. How it hurts to smile, and how you try to fit in but you just can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the thing on the inside.