i don't think there's any way out now
i'm waiting for a holiday that's never going to come
i can't be so close to you
you scum
let me sink into the deep sleep
 

i want to hold a gun to your head
and you'll feel the way i feel
the fear when i'm walking down the street
why do you get to be the one that's happy
rapist 
 

this is how it happened

we went to the doctor for a check up
he jabbed a needle in my arm
i was standing outside waiting and i felt my jeans soak with blood
i called my mum but she wouldn't take me home
i walked
it must have been about five or so blocks
the more i walked the more blood
i laid down in bed and prayed
she told me to get some rest
and she left ( Read more... )

my mind is waging war against itself
and the better part of me is losing 
 

when you stole everything i knew away from me
it included all of my passions
of which writing was my greatest

i don't think i'm a writer anymore
 

i'm tired and bored of everything
so i may as well create something new
 

i don't care

you only think bruises are interesting 
because they have the ability to fade
ask me about my scars
it's a fucking great story
 

there's something underneath my skin
and it scratches and itches
and it never stops
 

i'm tired of being a symptom of my existence