“My legs are dangling of the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I’ll slit my wrists again and I’ll be gone,gone,gone,gone.
My legs are dangling off the edge, a stomache full of pills did’nt work again, I think I’ll put a bullet into my head and I’ll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.”
Bullet- Hollywood Undead.
Damn this life.
I’m writing another poem. the last one was actually part of a song I wrote…
anyways I’ll get back to writing and listening to hollywood undead
Peace.
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That song explains my life so much