Momma.
I'm sorry I let the bad boy of the year fondol me first.
I knew he never liked me but it felt good to have his goldfish attention for those 3 seconds.
Sorry I never came home last night, or a thousand others before this one.
Sorry I've become an alcoholic and my grades are drunk too.
You grounded me, and said I shouldn't go nowhere.
You didn't ask why I was acting out,
Coz only then would you have known why my corpse laysnin this tub with diluted blood from the roads I tried to construct on my wrists and thighs,
Hoping to an escape.
To bad,
Now you will never know.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
Momma.
I'm sorry I let the bad boy of the year fondol me first.
I knew he never liked me but it felt good to have his goldfish attention for those 3 seconds.
Sorry I never came home last night, or a thousand others before this one.
Sorry I've become an alcoholic and my grades are drunk too.
You grounded me, and said I shouldn't go nowhere.
You didn't ask why I was acting out,
Coz only then would you have known why my corpse laysnin this tub with diluted blood from the roads I tried to construct on my wrists and thighs,
Hoping to an escape.
To bad,
Now you will never know.
#self mutilated
Depression
Suicide
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