I can't think clear its like my whole world is in slow motion

Sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah im smiling but inside i'm dying

Love is a sickness that can either kill or heal the wonded.

Somedays I"m sad.. Other days I just hide it well.

The rain will kill us all..

Every week i get injured, just so i can say im hurting so i have a reason to take medication. But every time, i take one, two, three more than necessary just hoping that it will make me fall into a sleep ill never get out of.

Every day i c what cant b
every night i c what should have never been seen

Sick of crying...tired of trying.... Yeah im smiling...but im dying inside.

Watching the blade sink in as I look in the mirror. I scream at the reflection. How dead she looks, how ugly and fat and useless she is. Her eyes are dead but tears still fall. What has she done to herself?

I dont care anymore. Im gonna cut until I bleed so much I cant feel anything.