Sitting in the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.
I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?
Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.
Oh God, where are you now
I'm going crazy
I'm going to **** myself... Somehow
Wrote a note to my mom
I'm so sorry I said
Eight years ago
I'm still not dead.
* YOU CAN OVERCOME THIS*
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Sitting in the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.
I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?
Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.
Oh God, where are you now
I'm going crazy
I'm going to **** myself... Somehow
Wrote a note to my mom
I'm so sorry I said
Eight years ago
I'm still not dead.
* YOU CAN OVERCOME THIS*
