I can't trust anyone. No one really cares. It's all lies...

You told me that you would be there for me every step of the way. Where are you now? You suddenly don't give a damn. I need you to care. Should have never trusted you.

It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon
And I've heard that music
Echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank
By herself
And I sat watching a flower
As it was...

15 Advil. I feel greatly. 1 am. Not even tired.

No matter what I do
No matter where I go
You’re always there
Always there to remind me that I’m alone
To remind me that there’s no hope
To remind me that it’s my fault
To remind me that I’m lost
To remind me that I'm broken

You’re an evil friend.
But I can't let go.

"She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist you see.. her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist

she paints her pretty picture in a color thats blood red while using her sharp paintbrush she ends up finally dead

her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm the blood is not racing through her she can no longer do harm

she painted her pretty picture but her picture had a twist you see her mind was the razor and...