We’re growing apart.
I feel trapped.
I hate talking about it but i know i should.
Can’t wait to cut, it was the only thing that got me through today.
I wish i could live inside my dreams, inside my head.
Then i would be happy.
Fuck this life.
Want to see my blood, because i don’t feel the pain. Alcohol.
Want to have fun.
When will i feel any better?
I want to die.