Please, don't.
Don't make your life a tragedy just to make it interesting.
It becomes permanent,
and unavoidable as the time passes.
As you get older, you stop craving the attention.
For instance,
when I was 12, I cut myself everyday.
Not, however, for the reasons I do now.
I used to cut so that I would have cuts,
and now I cut because I have to.
When I was 13, I stopped eating.
I knew I was thin,
I've always been underweight,
But I needed more baggage if I wanted to be somebody.
Now, I cannot eat without wanting to throw up.
When I was 14, I fell in love
with every boy who shot me a glance,
and gave them everything.
Now, I have nothing left to give,
(or to offer.)
And when I turned 15,
I started depending on drugs so I could
escape.
I can't stop cutting, starving, and falling back
into self destructive habits
because when I was 12,
I needed attention.
Now, yes, my life is ****** up,
but maybe I'd know how to cope
If I'd never picked up the blade, starved, or tried drugs.

wow, this music is loud..
or is it quiet? i feel it in my fingertips,
are my senses just intense?
wow, this **** is loud..
or is it mids? is my ****** tolerance
low? am i high? yeah, ok.
i may not be much of a
poet, but i'm a great **** lover,
or am i? let me show you.
then you can tell me how it feels,
to be loved by somebody.

i bet your eyes would look
prettier
(if that were possible)
if they were looking up at me
while i was sitting on your face
and if you ever want in lemme know

i've been bottling it up again and my insides
are packed so tightly with the poison of my negativity
i think i may burst and no ones concerned
and it hurts and i cant
take it so i get wasted and get too drunk
to remember
i am so tired of waking up wishing that i hadn't
i am so tired of waking up ready to **** my sobriety
i am so tired of feeling like my soul is a burden to my body,
leaving scars where my skin should be clear.
and if here soon
i disappear
don't be worried
it's what i wanted