I read the text and then blocked you then I picked up a blade and put it to my wrist I see my phone ringing its my sister I pick up and set down the blade I picked a marker and made the lines on my arm the lines i was going to make with you Maybe a different day
Who’s going to save me When I’m saving everyone else? Who’s going to save me When I cry myself to sleep at night? Who’s going to save me When I have a blade to my wrist? Who’s going to save me When the voices are screaming in my head? The answer is nobody While I’m out saving others, Nobody is helping me. I’m drowning In the dark thoughts Full of despair and darkness. And with no one to help me, I might as well succumb To Death's sweet song.
Is it weird I personify Death? Oh well, thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.
i am different, so you prescribe me with pills to make me feel aye-okay but now I'm that girl who takes pills. you know the girl who's ****** up in the head. the girl who had scars covering her wrists and who talks to the counselors once a week. you know who I'm talking about everyone knows her. i don't want to be that girl. that girl who's known for being sad, the one who's just never really there. the girl who you went to school with for 5 years and you still don't know her name.