Wish you could turn off the questions,
turn off the voices,
turn off all sound.
Yearn to close out the ugliness,
close out the filthiness,
close out all light.
Long to cast away yesterday,
cast away memory,
cast away all jeopardy.
Pray you could somehow stop the uncertainty,
somehow stop the loathing,
somehow stop the pain.
Act on your impulse,
Swallow the bottle,
Cut a little deeper,
Put the gun to your chest
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it
can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reason why they love you
well wouldn’t that be the shortest list in the world
Yeah it would because all they would write is
Do you even know how smooth that was
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word
- mom: what time did you go to bed last night?
- me: that information is confidential