i finally realized
the roses were never red
and
all my friends are dead

i dont know why i even try.

i cant stop sliding the blade across my skin.
my blood is too pretty to keep it hidden.

so, why try?
i know the urge is going to beat me anyway.

im too far gone.

at this point, mental stability is like a star,
and im stretching out my arms to reach it,
knowing i never will.

i dream of you
almost every night

hopefully
i wont wake up this time

im so tired
but it's a tired that cannot be cured by sleep

im so tired,
tired of reliving everyday

im so tired,
tired of everything

the days have blurred together
and i cant tell which is which

i look in the mirror,
yet dont see myself

im fading

she couldn't stop.
it was addicting,
seeing the blood flow from her wrists.

she loved the pain,
although she didnt know why.

he broke her heart,
but she liked the way it felt.

she was addicted,
addicted to pain.

she loved him
and he loved the way she loved him