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died she told me she wants to meet with my parents this coming monday. she said she's gona put me on medication. yes, thats right. people dont really know the 1/2 to what goes on in my life, and sometimes i just wish they could understand, instead of saying there gona "tell" on me. well, you know what? fuck you. cause you dont know shit. im sick of trying to explain myself to everyone. i gotta find my way outta hell. i gotta find my way alone. i see myself dead by suicide by a knife, gun, a blade, or hanging high. will i be safe or will i die? can I stop the voices deep inside, my mind, my mind, my mind? my fucking mind!?? ...died a thousand times again and again... in my mind I have died. i have slowly withered
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