When this is all over
I’ll still be depressed
And if... if I can just make it
A few long months...
I can drink it away

tw self harm



I want to take the blade to my wrist again
I’ve been... I’ve been doing so well...
But something in my heart
In my stomach, in my chest
Something in my mind isn’t right
I really need someone to take care of me
So... I guess this is it...
Taking the blade to my wrist again
Just so I can bandage it
Because I know
No one else will

Stay alive
Another day
To drink away
Another night

Sobriety is overrated
I like it when my head spins
I like a little loss of control
I like intoxication

Ya know... if I just keep dumping
More alcohol down my throat
I start to forget
I forget I don’t like living
I forget I don’t want to be alive
I forget everybody hates me
Because I’ve put so much poison into myself
I can’t even think

My head’s so **** fuzzy
My skin is hot
Room spinning just enough
I’d take three more shots if I could
If you offer it, I’ll drink it
I’ve the makings of an addict
I know
But I’ll be fine
I’ll just keep drinking
You keep pretending it’s fine
It’ll be great
I’ll feel like living
You’ll think I’m fine
We’re good

One of these days
I’ll wear my scars
I won’t hide them
Because they’re a part of me now
Maybe I need to spend less time
Waiting for them to disappear
And more time
Learning to make peace with them