Today I want to die, but tomorrow I may be fine. Such is the constant battle in my heart and on my mind. I'm falling in love with the idea of being sick I'm comfortable dating a guy who is a real **** I see myself as nothing but my illness and my pain My mind can only be described as unfriendly and insane I ******* hating rhyming So I'll stop all this **** now Today is a bad day.
Written from my math desk while my boyfriend sits in front, oblivious to the fact I want to throw myself off a cliff. Or maybe he knows but doesn't care.