Smoke a blunt, roll a joint, light a pipe, fill a ****. You take away that awful feeling inside of me. Numbing the pain when metal tears my pink flesh into an array of ****** lines and designs. Forgetting the feeling of ripping my arms and thighs apart the next morning because the marijuana was to strong. I deserved it, deserve to hurt emotionally to the point that it is physical. I deserve to lay in darkness and let my thoughts suffocate what little hope I have left. I am a cynical and nobody realizes it, afraid that no soul, body or image will ever understand my thinking process or inner feelings. I want to be found, I want to feel free for one second… But that is no longer an option. You see, I have been lost for years, drowning in my mistakes…

“We are all suicidal children telling other suicidal children it will be okay –Emily Tucker”. There is a much worse punishment than death; living.

Shiny soft medal between my fingers, so sharp and slick.

Like a drug you're used again and again till I pass out of blood loss.

Constantly on my mind like a new lover, such a dreadful thing yet my only medication.

Hurting to only relive broken hearts and condensed souls.

Just as deadly as a cigarette in the mouth; life slowly fades from my wrists and thighs.

*Buts it's okay.. I wanted to die anyways.

We are all ****** anyways...

we were the perfect two but it hurt so        
        much & now we are through..

We are only as wicked
     As we make ourselves
           Out to be.

We tell one another life is great.
Yet we all want to die,
suicidal children trying not to cry
We tell one another to put the blade down by the bed,
Holding a six inch barrel to our head.
One click, one push, maybe before a joint of some kush to ease the thoughts while pulling the trigger back, body on the floor blood oozing through a skulls crack. Screams come from left to right~the girl is dead. So whos next in line? The young boy whos got a rope, a stool and some time.

You told me to smile
   You told me to laugh

And i tried

You told me to be happy
  You told me to stay strong

And i attempted

You told me you loved me
  You told me everything was fine

And i listened

You told me she was just a friend
  You told me i ment the world to you

And i believed

I told myself something was wrong
  I told myself not to listen to your lies

And i was right