Getting drunk on stolen alcohol is the best I've got right now
This smoke burns my throat, really bad.
I why would it though? It's killing me, but, isn't that what I want?
My life isn't treating me like everyone else,
Everyone else is happy, while I'm sitting in the corner of my room,
getting drunk. To numb what I hate, feeling.
I just want to get rid of all the pain in my life, you know? Just end it,
but that involves illegal things. What the hell,
you only get one life to live, why not have fun with mine? Do stupid things
that seem great in my mind, but are just bad.
I want to know how much I can get away with.. But I need friends to do it with.
If I don't then it's useless, I need to build the bonds again.
But all I'm going to do is sit in the corner of my room and get drunk off my stolen
alcohol, and smoke my stolen cigarettes.
It seems to be the only thing I can do, I don't have a car or a job, so I'm stuck here,
in my stupid little corner, full of no hope.

Can't step foot in that room
The memory foam bed
Holding the memories
Sliced by the knife
Once brought to the wrist

Knowing where everything is hidden
Knowing the past
Hurts physically
It's a hurt that can't be explained

Seeing that house
It's physically sickening
Seeing the open windows
Knowing they've been opened
To sneak out
Can't step a foot inside

Tattoos
     Of the soul.
Stains
     Left behind by you. The
Words
     ******* my heart,
Don't you see?
     Words are tattoos,
Can you tell?
     Your words hurt.
They roll off
     Your tongue
Like nothing
     Was even said.
Tattoos
     Of your words on my
Heart.
     That's breaking for
You.
     Hurting me with every
Syllable,
     Slipping from your
Tongue.
     It's a slow ******.
Your lips
     Are poison. The
Soft
     Words that came through them.
Left
     Me speechless with hurt.
You
     still mutter them.
The
     Sweet words you
Speak
     They're lies. I can
Tell
     By the look in your
Eye.
     Wanting things out of
Me.
     You're hurting me,
Stop.

Who are you to judge the life i live?
I know i'm not perfect
and i don't live to be
but, before you start pointing fingers
make sure your hands are clean.