no one ever believes me. I tell everyone im broken and hurt, but all you ever say is your being dramatic or your such a attention seeker but will you believe me when Im dead? when I hang myself from the bedroom light? or when you come home and find the snow to be stained red cause I cut my wrists so deep while making fallen snow angels that I bled out? when will you believe me?
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
no one ever believes me. I tell everyone im broken and hurt, but all you ever say is your being dramatic or your such a attention seeker but will you believe me when Im dead? when I hang myself from the bedroom light? or when you come home and find the snow to be stained red cause I cut my wrists so deep while making fallen snow angels that I bled out? when will you believe me?
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