THE BLACK WAVES ARE CRASHING AGAINST MY SOUL AGAIN I PICKED UP THE BOTTLE AND DRAGGED THE THIN PIECE OF METAL AGAINST MY WRIST I CAN'T FACE THE DAY WITHOUT THIS LITTLE WHITE PILL I HAVEN'T EATEN IN SIX DAYS I NEED YOU TO TELL ME I'M NOT DYING BECAUSE I'M BEING CRUSHED BY MY THOUGHTS
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
THE BLACK WAVES ARE CRASHING AGAINST MY SOUL AGAIN I PICKED UP THE BOTTLE AND DRAGGED THE THIN PIECE OF METAL AGAINST MY WRIST I CAN'T FACE THE DAY WITHOUT THIS LITTLE WHITE PILL I HAVEN'T EATEN IN SIX DAYS I NEED YOU TO TELL ME I'M NOT DYING BECAUSE I'M BEING CRUSHED BY MY THOUGHTS
