The air is filled
I gasp to escape it
And yet I light another cigarette
Why do we do that which we hate the result of and love to do it
Blades can't be dull
Bullets can't be slow
One in the skull
and one in the wrist
Maybe a noose,
can't be too loose
Maybe a building,
tall enough to not feel it
my body is stronger than my mind
I might've done it one of these days
but if I fail, it could go one of two ways
I try again tomorrow or I get caught
Talking about **** people hate is kind of my specialty
In the words of the wise and all knowing eight year old Roblox players, oof.
I got my first tattoo
It's small and on my foot
It's sloppy like my life
And doesn't look that good
But it's not actually my first tattoo
That in fact was you
Not something anyone could see
Painted in me when you knew me
But I had it removed years ago. It was expensive. But worth it.
Tear it down, build it up
All I need is to stay on your good side
Lies to repair any fight.
I lie more than I tell the truth, and honestly I am okay with it.
Wrote this about 2 weeks ago...
Not my wrists.
I am going to end it.
This is my last goodbye,
The rest of the world will still know me. Just I hope I never see you.
Our history is like a sheet of glass, shattered to pieces.
It's now millions of shards
And picking them up is hard
But it's even harder
To put that sheet back together
Because no matter how much glue you use,
At any moment it could shatter.
W h a t t h e *******
Who says that stuff to someone when they have work the next day...
And yet its still the best **** conversation I've had in a while because everybody is fake these days and you kept **** real
There's still a lot to say tbh but whatcha gonna do