ill bite my lip hard i hate the taste of blood but suddenly i need it i need to feel it on my tongue down my throat in my neck red like the sea that moses split in the stories i used to believe and read as a child but i dont read too much anymore its a shame really i could be so smart wasted potential i could be so **** smart wasted space I could be SO **** SMART wasted air I COULD BE SO ******* SMART WASTED
and as i look back i see a shadow of who i once was and a shadow of who i could be and both of those shadows both of those shadows are much more beautiful than me