it's not too hard to make me happy, but no body wants to take that job.
asked me for a description of the thief who stole my childhood. razor blades, nicotine dreams, the day i found out i was a mistake, rape, rope, pills, depression, loss of reality. ask me again bitch. careful this time baby. you can't chew your own tongue off twice.
i know what it would take to make me happy. & that is what makes me so pathetic. i can kick the motherfucking blame from here to anywhere, but it will always come right back to hit me between the eyes.
going to fall asleep on a cloud of false illusion. going to slice myself in half & watch the blood fall away towards the sun. watch my broken heart spill onto the cold ground.
somebody please make it stop.