You deserve a better version of me,
I'm merely existing;
constantly drowning myself in Bourbon whiskey.
I've been baptized by my demons,
chastised with the heathens,
yet I'm blessed to have you on standby;
patiently waiting in the Garden of Eden.

I am what they call an imbecile
I am what they think is ugly
I am what my parents think of me-a burden and problem
I am someone everyone hates
I am lonely
I am grateful that not many others feel or have a life this way
I am living a life in-between the underworld and overworld
I am the one who cries 5-10 times a day
I am typing on this because I have to have a laptop
I am also typing on this because it is expressive
I AM TELLING YOU YOUR LIFE IS BETTER THEN MINE!!!

It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.