And you wonder--who is
awake at this hour? people like me
are you there? bleeding and screaming and dying
or trying to
because you hate
you just hate
and maybe
like me
you are not all here
because you're dulling the pain
in ways you shouldn't
but you have to
because you have to go on breathing
i'm not sure why
you just do...
am i afraid of death? its in my head
and in my hands
pills and blades and matches
and hurting, screaming music
that no one really notices anyway
so who cares? do what you want cause no one does
kill yourself inside but do it quietly
just lie just lie
and each lie bleeds down your wrist
and makes you good at being okay
you're fine, you're fine
don't get them involved in this
don't care too much
i'll play pretend like the little girl i used to be
don't cry don't cry
just curl up inside and
close your eyes...
