Sucking my blood and it\'s delicious somehow,
swallowing my own vomit and i am sick of it somehow,
i wonder what type of skin mine would be if i didn\'t bleed that much
or didn\'t get the hits somehow,
Pain ; the only thing i ate
Pain ; the closest person i have
Pain ; the only feeling left
loneliness is sneaking out
and more blood is coming out
and there is no one coming in
help i am INSANE
help i am dying and the only thing i know is pain
tears tears drowning in my tears
covering my ears
to not hear the voices in my head
screaming screaming and sobbing in my bed
break the mirror to not see my face
and ghost the demons so i won\'t get knew scars on my pretty face
the pieces left of me are everywhere
like feathers in space
throw the cigarettes out of your mouth it\'s not gonna help
keep it there it\'s gonna get us out of here
throw the pills bottle
it\'s not gonna help
swallow it it\'s gonna help us get some sleep , and it will help
it doesn\'t matter if it actually helps or not , the only that matters is escape.