I wake up hoping to get hit by a car

Or choke on my food

Or drown in a bath

But I’m to much of a god damn coward to do it myself

I wish I could just die

The world can work without me

I love the feeling of my own blood spilling out of me. Why am I scared of death?

I bite my lip because I craved the feeling of blood, I slam my head in walls because the pain distracts me from my problems

I can’t understand

My life hurts more than the self inflicted wounds. Why does the wounds heal but my life still hurts? Why can’t my life stop hurting? Why must I continue with life?

Roses are red My blood is too I wish I could go back to bed And my life is due