some super cool teenagers gathered together and got high

and played ****** knuckles with a dozen dimes

there is nothing profound about my faux-addiction, the prescriptions mean nothing to me-
they don't even get me all that high

they don't taste good and nobody thinks I'm cool

all I'm doing is emulating people that would rather die then take a long hard look in the mirror

but I'm so **** vain,
self pity is not the reason I do this to myself

I just like to self destruct from time to time

the odd attempt on my life or a few bruises here and there

I just love to die

let me be mortal and ethereal at the same time

when I'm on the verge of a mental break because I 'forgot' to take my medication
the feeling is breathless, ******* angelic

it gets me closer to godliness than anything else

tears in their eyes

tearing apart failed exams and tearing yourself away from everyone you love and tearing your skin open just to make your eyes water,

tearing up
into tiny little pieces

tearing up at the though of it