INSANE

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.