This is such bullshit. Why do I have to be the one stuck in a car having to listen to my parents bullshit. God fucking dammit. Nobody gives a shit.
I hate loving you.
This week. Sucked. Ass. I lost my best friend, it’s all my fault. I’m too clingy. Too attached. To dramatic. I am such a fuck up. I don’t care anymore. Sure. School. I’ll pass. I’ll try. But nothing will be the same without my best friend. If I could’ve prevented it I would’ve.
I’ll remember the way you hurt me whenever we spoke. I will never forget. Ever.
I go to the my room slowly and lock the door,
I pick up that silver new razor as I fall to the floor.
I’m laying there staring at the ceiling thinking,
Everything around me seems to be shrinking.
I sit up slowly and roll my sleeve up,
The razor begins to make it’s way to my wrist,
I feel the blade slice me open and I see the blood erupt,
I clench my hand into a fist.
My veins pop out and I see my chance,
I swear to god I’m going into a trance,
I lift my arm with what strength I have left,
As I cut into my vein as deep as I can,
I take my last breath….