Girl i hope you rot.

You've all felt that feeling to end your life, that surge of confused hate. It's like someone shows you a hundred pictures in a second and says "how are they relevant". You're just flooded with so much you don't know what to do, what to think. Your mind gets heavy.

You don't want to kill yourself, you just want to be dead. With that being said you can recognize that you are not dead inside.

If you feel dead inside why would you want to be dead then? It feels shitty enough having it all inside why would you want it out, so you don't feel at all?

If something is so powerful it can make you hurt can't that mean there is something equally as powerful to make you feel good?

Like I've said before, the cure is the disease, and vice versa.

She makes my mind stupid

How horrible the scenario when the cure is the disease
I beg of her, I scream and scratch, to end this life for me
She's relative and beautiful and full of my mistakes
I'm gullable and sensitve, her smiles give me aches

The fault is mine but you were there all along
watching me fit where i didn't belong
And now I watch the destruction of my self

I love your smile so much
I'll know you'll be happy when i die
so that's why i'm going to kill myself
Your smile is to die for

She burns me deep
to a level i've learned to enjoy