46 times a year (not including the whole of july) I'm allowed to try
7, 17, 27
lucky numbers
I didn't think I'd make it through 2017 a year of free passes to let the angels walk me down the aisle and marry me to the sky
on a 7 day they- the angels- will calm my trembling and convulsing body clean up all of my ***** take out the part of my brain that makes me feel bad grab hold of my bleeding wrists and bandage them with feathers and love
they hold my hands lifting me up by the grace of god herself and 700 eyes emerge out of every wound and pore in my skin
and I become my own angel my own god
I will become my own holy number 7
suicide by number 7 seems like a wonderful way to go. Maybe thats my autism talking.