Put a price on yourself. Tell me, what's the value of your life?
When did metal become your god, slithering upon your wrists and enveloped within the confines of your lips. You practice your idolatry, revering the cold embrace of stainless steel.
Put a price on yourself. Tell me, what's the value of your life?
How did you get here, teeth clattering on your god of false hope? Put under so much pressure to leave a mark on the world, make a difference, be different (but not too different) that instead you settle for leaving scars in your wake. The marks on your skin and the ache left in their hearts- is that the target you were aiming for?
Put a price on yourself. Tell me, what's the value of your life?
Stop. Breathe.
This is about the consequences brought about by societal pressures. 7.13.14