(Source: coffeeeyes-and-blankstares)
Witnesses draw
Christians play,
Where am I gonna go
Since I’m in love with a razor blade?
Is there a hell I’ll go to
If there’s a self-murder I’d make?
Loneliness is what I feel,
It’s the emptiness I know I can’t take.
Doubtfulness has became a habit
As of right now feels like it can’t break
My medication is just there
It seeps into my system but just fades
I wanna cut
It’s an unspeakable rage
I miss the sweet feeling of hope
Once I do it and feel free of a cage
It feels as if nothing else works
Not even what I write on this page
The feeling of resistance
Is like skipping your small, current size to the biggest gauge
My numbness is orange
Unlike my insecurity not being white but beige
I hide behind my safe hoodie
So that way to your eyes I disappear without a single wage.
I wanna marry the person who wrote this.. Legit.
^ same here! i wanna marry them!
MARRY ME PLEASE
(Source: holyovaries)
